Firstly, I think everything is fine with the baby on board. I’m now 13 weeks and 4 days and mainly weaned off my supporting meds. We got the DNA test results yesterday and they show no signs of any chromosomal issues, for which we are very grateful. The greatest issue of late has not been baby-related specifically but rather that I keep getting sick. Following my lovely bout of bronchitis, I got something new over the weekend that was kind of a flu-ish virus which then manifested itself into runny/blocked nose and a reintroduction of my unsociable bronchitis cough. #funtimes
What I cannot get my head around, however, is how the world works so strangely sometimes. I’ve mentioned before that I have a colleague who is pregnant and due in April and so my pregnancy news – which is slowly leaking out – now makes us two pregnant women in a team of 5 people at work. Hmmmm….
Then today out of the blue, another colleague of mine revealed to me that she too is pregnant and would you believe her due date is merely DAYS after mine. So that is 3 people out of a team of 5 who are pregnant simultaneously. Holy cow! On a practical level, I’ve no idea what is going to happen to the work stuff in the middle of this year or who is going to be doing it. On a personal level, how on EARTH can it be that in a team of 5 there can be 2 women due days apart?
My colleague who announced her pregnancy is a nice person and it’s great news for her, but we have a lot of crossover also in our non-work lives (hello, small community!) so I feel a bit like my baby news has been diluted. Also, she got pregnant in her first month after getting off the pill!!!!
I know this is daft and selfish and all other bad descriptions but that’s how I feel and this is my blog so I am able to reveal uncomfortable truths. It means that our children will forever be compared to each other and I guess so will we as parents. I told my husband tonight and he was really understanding of why I felt deflated but he reassured me that it’s not about her or anyone else. It’s about us celebrating that we have (hopefully) got a very healthy, happy baby coming soon after a long journey to get pregnant. He’s right of course, but isn’t it a bit weird? Don’t you think that someone who controls these things is trying to teach me to be a better person? To challenge me to overcome my insecurities? Sheesh, they could have found a nicer way to do so!