The 17th Week

This is how we look like at this time. I’m still not near my starting weight and my stomach grew only 2 cms round in the last 5 weeks. I’m not apprehensive of being the baby in danger, he/she takes away from me what he/she needs. It’s a parasite – with an unlovely word – that’s why I’m so weak. The first embryo-movement is expected roughly in 3 weeks and this means that the sickness must be over at the same time. The gender will be determined at around this period if we have succes and the baby won’t be prudish.
The morning began not so well, I had a blood test, Chris kept me company for cupping. Certainly, I had to have an empty stomach and this was why I was close to fall down in a faint getting in the office.
It’s me again, while I’m eating ice-cream. This is one of the best eatables for pregnants with sickish feeling (and other cold things like frozen fruits, drinks with ice cubes...). Problem: no ice-cream is sold by most confectioneries during winter-time. My favourite one does although it’s not in the near.

Valentine's Day with Misery

Bad news: nothing has changed, I still feel uncomfortable, I often take bad. The situation is beyond control by Chris too, he doesn’t know what to do with me. We hardly go out, I’m just lie snug in the bed feebly after getting home from work to prevent an unexpected faint which is due to my low blood pressure and vomit is hold. Tomorrow will be the first time that I meet my obstetrix. So, she is a woman which is not very common in this profession. Several better and better obstetrician was suggested by relatives and I called all of them with no success. The main problem is that the baby will born in summer and they will be on holiday. Anyhow, I definitely have to give birth at the very beginning of August because the obstetrix will go on holiday from 10th August.
I was pretty much behind with my work in the office after 2 weeks sick leave and I need to make up for my lagging which took a long time. Housework hobbles, too.
Suitable to Valentine’s Day I spent endless hours year by year trying to put together the most special, wonderful, thoughtful present ever and looked up different ways of saying I love you. Forgive me my darling, I’m afraid the homemade candelit dinner with sweet romantic music and the whacking-great surprise are cancelled this year. I’m so sorry!