Week 9....First OB-GYN appointment with Dr Michele Batey

Still feeling like death..but I think it's getting better....just looking forward to that 12 week mark when things start to get really easy.

So far this pregnancy has been very difficult for me. Definitely no walk in the park. I feel bad for David cos he feels helpless...he doesn't know what makes me feel better....mostly cos I don't know myself...he just sees me throwing up in the bathroom and the rest of the time I'm looking like I'm about to.

I had my first appointment with the OB this week and she was excellent. She answered all my questions thoroughly and I left feeling like a weight had been lifted. We saw peanut again on the scan and it had definitely grown....finally getting arms and legs and actually moving around when pushed with the ultrasound device.

The Dr even commented that we 'must have woken it up' as it jumped and squirmed out of the way.

An exciting week...just want this nausea to stop...come on peanut - lay off your mother will ya?!

More evidence on why you should use organic products when pregnant...especially when you think your having a boy

Studies have shown that everyday chemicals found in shampoo, makeup and cosmetics, paints etc have been linked to reproductive organ defects in baby boys.

Its scary to think that simply washing your hair everyday can be linked to this.. but it just goes to show how sensitive your baby is to external toxins.

Its definitely more fuel to make sure you read the labels of all your products and use organic when you can.

Read the following article to find out more:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-404522/Babies-womb-exposed-gender-bending-chemicals.html
http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn7440-genderbending-chemicals-found-to-feminise-boys.html

Week 8...starting to feel somewhat better?

Is it wrong that I'm starting to show enough to be noticed now? Haven't put on much weight at all (max about 1kg) but have a round tummy that's sticking out and it's low.. Had mothers day at Dave's grandparents place....was standing sideways to my mum -inlaw and she started to scream in a high pitch voice from across the room saying she can see my belly! haha..that can't be right..surely??

Queasiness is only after meals now...not bad...can handle that as long as it's not all day and night like previously. Can't believe that this time next year I'll have a 6 month old. crazy....

Other than that - nothing much to report on this week.....really looking forward to seeing the OB-GYM...I've got so many questions to ask her.

7 Weeks....first scan

Still suffering from very bad nausea - can't shake it and it's really frustrating.

At least when you're sick - you can take something and know you will be better in a few days time. Morning sickness however....just drags on with no light in sight. The one thing that keeps me going is knowing that the baby is doing well...and what really irritates Dave is that when I wake up and have no nausea I start freaking out - thinking I've had a miscarriage.

So really, my world has been tipped upside down already..but I wouldn't have it any other way.....

I had my first scan on 5th May at Sydney Women's Ultrasound in Chatswood. Dave took off work a little early and came along with me. Waiting in the reception we watched as a traffic jam of pregnant women came and went getting their scans and moving their gigantic bellies around the place almost bumping into each other. It could have been a Sumo convention...and there was Dave and I...scared out of our minds...hoping that the pregnancy test wasn't a fraud....and it's not just gas...but that I'm actually growing a peanut inside.

We got called into the ultrasound room and a kind lady told me to undress...she put the cold jelly onto my stomach (making me jump as high as the ceiling) and started to press in my lower abdomen....muttering she said could see that there was definitely 'something in there' but had to do a transvaginal scan to get a clearer picture....I think Dave felt a little awkward at this stage...as the nurse pulled out the device which looked liked a giant dildo with a rubber condom on it..."Don't worry I put lots of gel on it" said the nurse. ...Bloody hope so. I grabbed the sheets and she started to have a look around. ..and then we saw it....our little smudge...which as you can see from the photo's below...is more like a relative of Jabba the Hun...or perhaps a boogie on the screen that an actual baby.

The nurse zoomed in a little more and could see the heartbeat...Dave and I looked at each other and smiled..omg..."It's ALIVE"...*frankenstein movie*.

So exciting....here are the pics.

Week 6...don't even talk to me..

Can't function, can't get out of the house, can't eat, can't drink...without thinking or feeling like I'm going to spew.

Some days are better than others...but genuinely feeling like a car crash.

Dave spoke to both sets of parents about my 'condition'...both saying 'oh good'..rather than commiserating with me. I suppose being 'sick' is better than not feeling anything and wondering if anything was wrong. Quite clearly there isn't.

Week 5....Symptoms easing but new ones appearing?

Bugger...felt queasy all day yesterday. I needed the car - so ventured to Dell with Dave but almost got him to pull over so I could yack but wound down the window for fresh air...seemed to help...but got home and was so tired...fell asleep on the lounge. Dizenya will have to wait...

My symptoms are subsiding today. A bit concerned - don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. My breasts only hurt when I press on them...not like earlier when they ached all the time. Didn't pee as many times as I did the day before... I have to stop reading all the negative stuff and be positive.

Starting to get very visible stretch marks on my hips....bugger...war wounds...

Week 4.... Am I? Really?

My period isn't due until next week but I've got the sorest breasts and I'm particularly rude to Dave. I don't usually feel like this before my period....something is definitely up. Poor Dave, if looks could kill - I don't like his chances.

Decided to go to the chemist and get a pregnancy test x 2.

Very very faint 2 lines....what? no! gotta be a mistake. I do the other one...same deal only a little lighter. Hmmm....

Go and get another set of pregnancy tests and wait until Dave gets home to see what he thinks. We're meant to be going away this weekend (Easter) with friends....how am I going to pass off being 'normal' when I'm thinking of what's going on inside me.
Crazy.

Dave gets home and I show him the tests. He doesn't believe it....he thinks we should go to the Dr's and confirm it with a blood test.

That night we told Dave and my parents about what had happened with the test.....very excited but told them not to hold their hopes until it was confirmed by the Dr.

So we head to the 24 hour medical clinic in Chatswood and get ushered in by this very rude Indian Dr..who doesn't think the pregnancy could be detected this early...I wanted to say well if the home pregnancy tests have been successful...i'm pretty sure something is going to come up ...big fat jerk....

So I have a blood test and because we're going away tomorrow - I won't be able to get the results until we get back 2 days later... Talk about hell!!

The weekend away was great. I tried to be inconspicuous with not drinking but it was pretty darn hard. Water please....maybe a softdrink....

We got back and had our family Easter dinner...and then headed afterwards to the Clinic - the blood test came back with a HCG level of 60. Very low. So he ordered me to get another one taken on Tuesday (a day later) to make sure it's progressing nicely.

So I rock into the clinic early the next day and get another blood test which would be available in the evening. The day was a bit nerve racking...I've got all the symptoms...sore breasts, swollen bloated stomach, tired....have to wait and see.

I pick Dave up from work and we head straight into Chatswood. We get called in by an Asian lady Dr...who reads the results....HCG level..756. A confirmed pregnancy. Dave looked at me, gave me a hug and smiled. A very happy Dr congratulated us and gave us a referral to the OBS we chose - Dr Michele Batey who delivers at the Mater Hospital.

The very next day I call the Dr's rooms to make an appointment - they don't tend to see you until the 9-10 week. So I'm booked to see her (depending if she gets called off to make a delivery) on the 20th May 2009 at 1.00pm. The receptionist tells me that I have to call the Mater asap to book my room.....asap? you've got to be kidding..it's 8 months away.....supposedly the Mater is a very small maternity unit and you need to book as soon as you find out your pregnant.

I was also shocked to hear how much it costs to deliver a baby...$6600 for just the consultantions for 8 months with Dr Batey which doesn't include the delivery. I think only 60% is actually reimbursed back.