7 Weeks Pregnant

So, here we are, 7 weeks pregnant. Not much to report this week apart from the continual emotional rollercoaster:

• I am paranoid
• My brain has switched off from work already
• I am excited
• I am scared

Physically, I feel fat and my boobs are VERY sensitive.

You'd think after so long trying I wouldn't care how I felt physically.  I was trying to convince myself of this today while in the gym getting changed after swimming with my son and husband.  As I sat drying my hair, I couldn't help but look at the reflection of a beautiful woman getting dressed behind me.  Not in an "I fancy you" way, more "you should be so proud of your body" kind of way.  She had beautiful olive skin, a perfect hourglass figure and legs to die for.  She was facing away from me, so I was able to console myself that she was probably a fresh young twenty something who had the time to spend every day in the gym to maintain her perfect body.

Then her 4 year old daughter ran over.

THEN she turned round and, to add insult to injury, revealed her perfect pregnant bump.  My heart sank.  I really have no excuse.

So, this is ME at 7 weeks pregnant:

So, thanks to my weekly email from BabyCentre, I know that my baby (am I allowed to say that yet?, I'm actually scared to think that there might actually be something there at all!) is now about 1cm long, with distinct, slightly webbed fingers and toes. He’s a jumping bean, moving in fits and starts. The liver is churning out large amounts of red blood cells until the bone marrow forms and takes over this role.

About now my baby is entering a very busy developmental stage, which I think makes it the most risky time for miscarriage, a thought which is going through my head far too often at the moment. But I have to stay positive, there is nothing that should make me think that anything is wrong and I'm not in a high risk category, so I just need to keep my head down and hope the weeks pass quickly.