Yeah so feeling like shite and being pregnant really sucks. My drug repertoire is severely limited, paracetamol and um, paracetamol. Woke yesterday morning with a suspiciously sore throat and pounding head. I popped some paracetamol and a cup of tea and hoped for the best. I had a quick 10 second indulgent Strepsil as I'm not sure if its going to irreparably damage my 6mm bean-baby. Felt increasingly awful all day and deciding to have to skip a party I was invited to (sorry Michael!), I just sat feeling sorry for myself on the couch. G did a roast chicken and I stretched to doing some roast potatoes - lovely! Once again I barely slept but when I finally did I woke G up frequently with my snoring - I NEVER snore!! What I wouldn't give for 2 Neurofen+, an anti-histamine, a sleeping tablet and a hot whiskey. Pfft.
Belted it up to the shops today to get some bits for Isabella's dress-up and treated myself to a couple of H&M Mama tops. Seriously comfy. They aren't voluminous but what they are is long and snug. Brilliant for the now stage where I'm hugely bloated but can't in all honesty accept that I have a bump at 6wks 3days. I cant wait for the 10-12wks stage when I can start telling people and let it all hang out.
The Technical Stuff
So, I nibbled my way all the way through the T&T, taking random bolus shots and then scoffed a load of roses (love the orange ones) once back indoors at my sisters house. I didn't risk testing before my dinner which consisted of colcannon, sausages and barn brack but 90 mins after I scoffed my face I tested a sweet 7.4. Result!!! Not perfect but not the 15 I might have gotten months ago.
Right now, I'm just suffering pre-lunch hypos so I've lowered my basals by .2 of a unit between 10am and 12am and am hoping I can get through tomorrow nice and level. I've only got another 10 days to keep things as steady as possible before I present myself to the Rotunda. Every time I think of it, Rescue Remedy gets a lot of loving.
