12 Week Bump

I've popped! It would seem almost overnight.

It's rather strange to be showing so early on - with John I didn't even look remotely pregnant until closer to 20 weeks. And even following that, I had a constantly small measuring bump.

Of course this could just be bloat, a left over Mummy-tummy or simply due to the fact that the rest of my body is slowly fading away thanks to Hyperemesis Gravidarum. But regardless of if it's a true bump or not, I can't help but rub my tummy in that protective-mother manner.

How am I feeling? Still pretty awful. I'm now on two different types of anti-sickness medication to help me function day-to-day, and although the help, nothing keeps the feeling of being poisoned at bay. However since starting this new regime of medication, I'm not in hospital dehydrated. Every cloud, eh?

Hyperemesis aside, I'm exhausted. I could easily sleep 14+ hours a day but with John, it's simply an impossibility - kid isn't one for duvet days! I try to keep myself geared up with early nights and napping when John does. It's never enough though.

But as I wave farewell to the first trimester and hello to the second, I'm keeping my eyes open and my hopes up that the constant nausea will soon start to ease. Maybe then I can get back into the routine of work and being a less-than-useless mother. A girl can dream, can't she?