I don’t know how it happened, but all the dates and memories have blurred together in my brain. That means that I ended up writing about things about two weeks before they actually happened. I was on track for a little while, but things got a little blurred! Whoops.
22nd August 2016 & 29th August 2016 & 5th September 2016
It was another good week (or three) as my mother and I drove up to Auckland. We stayed at the Heartland Hotel and went to dinner at Szimpla, which is one of the best restaurants I have ever been to. I had a tiny dinner of buttermilk fried chicken and chilli cabbage sliders and my mother had the truffle mac and cheese. I might have scared a few diners by the way I attacked the food, but I was hungry. My mother had a rough night (which turned out to be appendicitis) but we jumped on a plane the next morning and headed to Dunedin!
I had never been to the South Island before, so I was excited. The plane ride down was terrible. I was 90% sure my morning sickness was coming back or I had managed to pick up a stomach bug. I think I spent a good half an hour in the bathroom trying to convince myself that I didn’t need to throw up. We got to Dunedin by 9:30am and my mother had been admitted to Dunedin hospital by 5pm. Typical. She was scheduled for an emergency surgery the next day because her appendicitis was not ‘food poisoning’ like he had tried to convince herself, myself, passengers on the aircraft, my aunt (who is a nurse), my cousin (who is training to be a doctor), and other medical professionals. Needless to say, she saw Dunedin from a hospital window for the majority of her stay.
I managed to get out and visited some beaches with a few friends. They were amazing beaches, but the walk to and from them just about killed me. Those hills to Tunnel Beach and Sandfly Bay are no joke. You have been warned. My midwife did want me to exercise more, so I was convinced that I got my exercise in for the rest of my trimester in that one day. I also got to try the famous donut that you inject with your own filling. I got the salted caramel donut and it was like I had been hit in the face with a sugar bomb. It was delicious and I loved every second of it. However, I have discovered that I start feeling incredibly sick if I eat something that is too sweet or rich. Thanks, pregnancy 😉
After my weekend in Dunedin, I flew up to Wellington to stay with my foster-sister for a couple of days! It was amazing. I had never been to Wellington either, so I was excited the whole time I was there. Unfortunately, the weather was, well, typical Wellington weather, so we couldn’t get out and really see the city like I would have liked. We did go to Te Papa and that was great! I recommend checking it out if you’re a bit of a history nerd (like me). We also hit up the cinema and saw Bad Moms before going to dinner at Buddah Stix. We drove around the bays and I got to see Wellington from all angles. There was a brief glimmer of sunshine and we managed to walk around the city for a bit. So, is Wellington the city for me?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I did like Wellington, but I can’t see myself living there. I was surprised because I was under the impression that if I loved Auckland then I would like every other city in New Zealand (excluding Hamilton). I like it to visit, but I can’t see myself living there. Right now. I have to say that because you never know what the future might bring! I could surprise myself.
This trip away made being twelve weeks pregnant the best ever because I finally started accumulating baby gear! I was given several onesies from my family in Dunedin and that triggered a buying frenzy. Now, at twenty-five (ish) weeks pregnant, I can say that I have tripled my onesie stash and I need to focus on buying separates.
Onesies are just so cute. No judgement.
This was another good week.
Because I got to feel the wee bean move! I was lying on the couch and talking to my mother when I felt this weird ‘popping’ sensation in my stomach. Imagine popcorn popping in the pan. That’s exactly how it felt that evening. I froze and my eyes got really wide.
I had complained to my mum that everyone had felt their baby move and I was still waiting…and not feeling pregnant at all. My mum had been waiting for this moment and was hoping to be there when I first felt the baby move. She got her wish.
Less than five minutes later, I felt it again. There really was no mistaking it. It didn’t feel like gas or indigestion or any of the ‘weird’ pregnancy explanations. I just knew that this was the baby.
It couldn’t have come at a better time. It was the night before my ex was due to fly out of the country. I was feeling a bit emotional and overwhelmed. I had known that he was going since I met him, but knowing that the moment was finally here was overwhelming.
Feeling the baby move was one of those ‘holy shit, I’m really pregnant‘ moments. It is a beautiful and terrifying moment all wrapped into one. I mean, come on, you’re growing another person. It can’t get much more beautiful or terrifying than that.
The next day, my ex got on a plane and flew to the other side of the world. I’m not going to lie. It absolutely sucked. We hadn’t seen each other in two months (ish), but it didn’t make it hurt any less.
You’d think that I’d be used to it by now. The next few days passed in a haze of me not really wanting to do anything. I had assignments due, so I knuckled down and buried myself in course work.
It sounds like I was drowning myself in university work…and I was. It felt like my life was spinning out of control, so I needed to focus my energy on something that I could control. Somewhat. I guess it also goes hand in hand with trying to complete five college papers in the space of a couple of months. It is definitely not the ‘norm’ for someone who is completing a normal degree with only one major.
I got sick this week. Proper sick. I was feeling ill for a few days and then I ended up running to the bathroom and vomiting my guts up. Part of me was terrified that morning sickness was coming back, but that was the end of it. Thank goodness. Pregnancy. It’s so glamorous 😉
I’m also calling bullshit on the ‘pregnancy glow’. It doesn’t exist. My skin is horrible, I have bags under my eyes and I feel like a zombie 90% of the time. I look on Facebook and I see heaps of happy, smiling pregnant women and I am jealous. Where the heck is my glow?!
On the other hand, I was able to see my midwife and I got a referral for my anatomy scan! Eep. I only have to wait two more weeks until I get to find out if I’m having a little boy or girl!
So, all in all?
This week was good. It was a challenge. It was trying. It was brilliant. It was magical.