Even in the very early days of Rock My Family’s conception and development, it was really important to all of us to create a blog that focused on babies and families but also on pregnancy too. After all it’s a mind-boggling, anxiety-inducing, heart-racing, awe-inspiring nine month journey with life-changing consequences.

We read all of your comments, on all of the posts and we know that a decent size of our community are currently pregnant be it for the first or fourth time (and all the others in between too!). We’re so excited for all of you.

Whilst each member of the RMF team has at least one child of their own, not one of us is currently pregnant so although we’re with you every step of the way, we aren’t currently experiencing the highs and lows of pregnancy in real time so to speak. With this in mind we thought it would be a good idea to share a post written by someone who actually is riding the pregnancy train as we speak.

Step in my sister-in-law Laura who is currently 20 weeks pregnant – half way through! – who will share her thoughts, the trials and tribulations of pregnancy as she finds it. I’m so excited for her and for Hector who will shortly have a brand new cousin to play with.

Over to Laura….

Laura

As I stared down at the little white stick, I already knew what I was about to read in the little window. I had been feeling very nauseous during the last few days of my honeymoon and my boobs were feeling rather sore – 1-2 weeks pregnant appeared. Eeeek! My husband and I had decided that we were going to start trying for a baby at the end of July, after getting married in the May. I am 32 now after all and we felt that it was time to start a family. However rather than a rush of excitement, joy and happiness, I was suddenly overcome by a sense of anxiety, fear and panic. Everything that one could possibly worry about being pregnant sprang into my mind. What if I miscarry? I’m never going to sleep again! What if we always argue about the baby? What if I love it too much or not enough? Am I mature enough to be a Mum? Will I cope with my body changing? Oh my god no wine for 9 months!

I really did panic and for some reason felt totally alone! Thoughts of ‘I shouldn’t feel like this, what is wrong with me?’ repeated over and over in my mind. After lengthy discussions with my husband and emotional conversations with my parents, I visited my GP for advice and support; she was wonderful and gave me several options to help me and lots of practical advice to calm me down.

My sister also talked me through my worries being a mum herself to two small girls, she’s been there and got the t-shirt so to speak. Once the initial days passed I started to feel calmer and clearer in my mind. I’ve since decided to take each day as it comes and write down my main concerns to refer back to if I need to.

Physically, at first I felt very sick, almost like being hung-over (without the fun part) and found that really the only thing that helped was eating little and often. As for my good friend wine, I had no desire to actually drink as the thought of it actually made me want to vomit and the feeling of guilt was so strong I knew I wouldn’t actually enjoy it. After about week 8 or 9 the nauseous feeling did stop and other than feeling like I needed the toilet a lot I felt fairly normal really.

The worry started to build up slightly again just before my twelve week scan. I was scared of the possibility of a blank empty ultrasound screen staring back at me. What if it had three heads? Am I going to let my husband down? However when the midwife swiped the magic scanner across my tummy, the images of a little baby with a racing heartbeat brought a tear to my eye and a sigh of relief.

I decided quite early on to look into some kind of fitness regime, primarily to exercise and secondly to meet some other pregnant women. When I was 14 weeks pregnant, I started pregnancy yoga which I really enjoy as it’s gentle but you can feel that you’re giving your body a little workout and the attention it may need. The best part of yoga however is definitely the last 10 minutes, lying down with cushions, on a comfy mat with dimmed lights to the background of dingily dangly music; I can physically feel myself just relax. It was week 15 that brought the first real signs of a baby bump and I then had to give in and buy myself some maternity jeans. This was both weird and reassuring at the same time. Weird because my tummy did start to expand and get a bit itchy and reassuring as it was a sign of things progressing and the baby growing.

Luckily I haven’t really suffered with many crappy pregnancy things other than the occasional feeling of nausea and slight heartburn. And so far I have been able to (mostly) enjoy my pregnancy which I feel super grateful for because I know that some women really go through the mill.

I’m now approaching my 20 week scan and again the anxiety has built up slightly. But I can only hope and wait and see what that will bring. I do feel very lucky and blessed to be pregnant and to have the chance to carry a baby and I’ll continue to try and remain positive until the day the baby arrives. For me it has been important and helpful to talk to friends and family and realise I am not alone in having these feelings. My friends tell me that the worry and feelings of anxiety will never fully go away, even when the baby is here. However the happy times and feelings of love which lay ahead will make it all worthwhile.

So there you have it – Laura’s story. How many of you are pregnant at the moment? How many of you have felt similar feelings to those Laura has talked about above? We’d love to hear from you all in the comments box below…