Oh, the posts that have been floating around my head! Sadly, I've had to direct my energy into marking two batches of 120 assignments - urk. Meanwhile, my head is spinning with missing Z and being tentatively excited / worried for Adzuki, and alternately feeling guilty for letting doubt creep into this new pregnancy.
Things seem to be going well. We had another scan at 8 weeks, and there was Adzuki with a rockin' heartbeat, with the beginnings of arms and legs and measuring a few days ahead. We've done crazy things such as book in with a midwife, and register with the hospital. I had my ten week blood tests yesterday, and my GP had a poke around my tummy and proclaimed, "I think that's the uterus - it seems pretty big already", which was reassuring and alarming at the same time. She's lovely though, as is our midwife, and I feel like we're in good hands whatever happens. (*whatever happens*... this is the kind of hesitant, tentative hope I'm holding onto at the moment.) I'm glad I can blame my fat tummy on that old uterus, though, because I feel exceedingly lumpy already. A student remarked on it today, and wished me luck! (Though I don't mind people wishing me well on the pregnancy so much when I actually *am* pregnant. It was pretty awful when I wasn't.)
I've been delighting El Prima with continuing nausea. She was very comforting but also a bit happy when I threw up my dinner the other night. I'd forgotten the absolute desperation of pregnancy hunger, as well as the importance of eating slowly and being careful to stop eating when the nausea demands. There is so much that feels just like my Haloumi pregnancy with Z, that it sometimes does my head in. And yet the food I get hungry for is very different - all salty things. So many little new bits of grief catch me by surprise - just the thought of explaining to a little child that her/his big sister died before she/he was born. The thought that Z would in probability be talking by now, and how much that would delight my dad. The thought of not having to explain to Z that she might soon have a little sister or brother.
Just "gestating safely" and getting my head around the whole thing seems to take up so much energy, and yet this has been precisely when my work has stepped up and demanded more from me than I feel able to give. I've also realised that I'm grieving the loss of my old job and workplace. It was my choice, of course, but I miss my colleagues and a system that I knew my way around in.
Our next scan is in two weeks at 13 weeks. I don't want to wish that time away, because I started this pregnancy wanting to enjoy every moment of it, I know those are two important, beautiful weeks for Adzuki, but it is pretty scary too. I'm trying to weave those two things together in my head - to know that this is the deal - this is what pregnancy after loss feels like - scary and amazing in equal measures. I'm so grateful to be here, even if it scares the pants off me.
Time for an update! - I've been a little bit (unintentionally) quite on here recently. I do hate when blog posts start with an apology, but I'm going to apologise anyway, to m...
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