It feels slightly unethical to ask for something like gaviscon on prescription, just so that I don’t have to pay for it; but then I think meh, and ask for it anyway. I’m going to use gallons of the stuff in the next six months; acid indigestion is just one of the many, many discomforts that I am already experiencing. Less sickness, more general achiness. Backache because the ligaments in my lower back and pelvis are “relaxing,” and twinges inside where things are shifting around to make room for the ravenous little monster. Sluggish digestion, bloatiness, itchy legs [mild dry patches of skin have become hideously irritating patches of eczema]. I think that’s it for the time being. Oh, and the insomnia, but you knew about that.
We have taken this week off work, and I’ve spent a good part of it sleeping – during the day, anyway. At night I mostly lie awake trying not to disturb Pete. Now I have got into a rut where the daytime sleeping is probably interfering with the nighttime sleeping, but it’s a difficult one to climb out of. Sometimes I have a little energy, but it soon expires if I try to use it.
At fourteen weeks, it seems a bit soon to be suffering from all these physical changes; but it is there, all the time, sitting where my stomach used to be, feeling like a small brick. I don’t ever seem to forget about it; I just feel pregnant all the time.
And then there is the mental and spiritual agony: oh my god, what are we DOING? This occurs frequently: the realisation that everything is going to change, we will have to stop swearing, start being tidy, and, er, other things that I haven’t thought of yet. Like eating dinner at the table. Oh how things are going to change.