Erica’s Diary - Week 7

I want to ask so many question now I know that I am pregnant. What is this strange metallic taste I've started to get in my mouth and everything smell really, really, strong.?–,My beautiful “Angel” perfume smells so over powering I felt as if I was going to be sick– very bizarre. I am dead tired and I've been getting loads more weird pregnancy reservations

Steve made up his mind to try and give up smoking again because of the baby. He was going to give up on the 1^st July any way when England but in please the public smoking ban, I am a little concerned about my kidneys as the consultant at Guys does not want any extra pressure on them and wants to make sure my blood pressure is keep low and monitor the protein in your urine. Every one seems to be keeping a close eye on us. Having kidney disease can make pregnancy more complicated. I have been told The more severe your kidney disease, the greater the risk of having a difficult pregnancy. By 'risks', they mean risk to the baby and risk to me. The risks include the fact that pre-eclampsia is more likely (see next section), the risk that your kidneys may suffer further damage during pregnancy, and the risk to the baby. Having kidney disease itself does not harm the baby. However polycystic kidney disease isinherited and may be passed onto a child.

My pregnancy zonked-out feeling is doing its best to make things difficult at work. I'm trying to carry on as normal but everyone keeps asking me why I look so tierd and some are making a joke say that we must have spent to much time in the bedroom and not enough on the beach while we where on honey moon– just keep telling them that I have a dodgy dodgy stomach bug to anyone who asked but I don't think that'll work for long, Being a relief catering manager is good some times as I am moving around from kitchen to kitchen and some days the work is easier. I hate being sent to the small kitchens as you have less help in them and you can some times end up being head cook and bottle washer.

I'm still finding it hard to believe how something this small – according to all the books, my baby is now roughly the size of a grape/olive/walnut – can have such a strong effect on me. By Friday night it all got a bit too much – I think it was a mix of feeling knackered and totally stressed, plus all those pregnancy hormones racing around my body – and when I got home from work I had an attack of the weepies. I was worrying about whether I'd be a good mum, if I'd feel as bad as this all through my pregnancy and how I'd cope with actually giving birth all at once!

Thankfully, Steve coming home with a huge bunch of flowers and some chocolates perked me up . Then I managed two mammoth lie-ins at the weekend – pure bliss! It's just so hard to believe how little energy I have, I knew pregnancy was meant to make you tired– but not like this – I just need sleep, sleep and more sleep.