First week at work being up the duff (that I'm aware of anyway). Every morning we have a brief meeting to quickly run over clients/patients and I'm sitting there feeling quite ordinary and all I can think about is that I'm a baby factory. They are happily talking away about different patients and I'm sitting there silently screaming "I'M PREGNANT, DON'T YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND?? IT'S DIFFERENT TODAY, ITS NOT A NORMAL DAY. I'M UP THE DUFF, YOU KNOW, BUN IN THE OVEN, RIDING THE BABY TRAIN.. I CAN'T REALLY FOCUS ON ANY--" ahh and what do you think Mary? Mary? Maaary? (thats me) Mary how do you think they are going? umm oh yeah they are fine, going well, doing their exercises and walking better.... still silently screaming "IT DOESN'T MATTER, I'M P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T CAN'T YOU SEE?". Then personality splitting into "oh my god, do you think they know, can they tell? I hope they can't see my morning sickness, especially since all of a sudden I need to snack on nuts to get me through the morning, shiiiiiiiiiit - act normal, act normal". Wow pregnancy has turned me into a schizophrenic. A peeing, nauseous, tired as all hell schizophrenic. I didn't know it had that power.
Its funny how all of a sudden patients are asking me if I am married or if I have kids.. I'm thinking almost and almost but out loud - "no and no", I have a partner and he's a good fella, we are very happy and it might be on the cards but not yet .. hehe fooled them! One of the days at work I felt a little dizzy and lightheaded and asked one of the nurses to take my blood pressure, first thing she said was "you're not pregnant are you?" in a ha ha funny tone.. same response from the other physio.. both times I laugh along with them and say "no way! that would be bad timing wouldn't it" oh dear. I'm going to hell. Fancy that, Mary going to hell. Bet that wasn't documented.
Blood pressure was fine by the way.
By the time thursday came, I was exhausted. Thursday arvo I was feeling off, nauseous (not usually reserved for the arvo), very tired and emotional. Joe was still away at his work conference and all I wanted was a cuddle (I'm needy, I know). During the middle of the night that night the cat woke me and up and I felt instantly sick (not at the cat, although sometimes understandable) so by friday morning my boobs ached like never before and I thought I just can't go in to work today. I felt bad but I needed more sleep to knock over this crappy feeling. So I stayed home and slept on and off and kind of watched tv. Felt much better for it.. thank goodness, for everyone's sake.
Finally Joe is home yay! I get my cuddle and a special treat for dinner (not what you're thinking, just pasta). No friday night goon night for me either.. I don't need it anyway because I pass out on the couch by about 10pm (very early for me - thanks pinhead).
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