In the Beginning

This is where it all began … my journey from geriatric crazy pregnant person to being a first time mother at the age of 47 1/2 … the text below remains unedited from the day the blog started.

I’m a crazy person …

Well I seem to have become that way over recent weeks.

We’ve been trying to ‘get pregnant’ for ages … we managed it a few years back but the small incumbent decided it didn’t feel at home and just about 8 weeks into the pregnancy its heart stopped and it ceased to be. Since then nothing. In the end we started having IVF treatment – I went to India first (http://www.Somatheeram.in) to detox, to chill, to relax, to cleanse and to ‘prepare’ body and mind … then came back to England and was stuffed full with drugs.

We then went to Spain, to Alicante for IVF … the fertilization happened  … and miracle of miracles, a Grade A (I know graded even before formed let alone born) blastocyst embryo was transferred into my waiting womb on a sunny Wednesday in early May.

Never believed it would ‘work’ – I thought The Spaniard (as it’s now known … made in test tube in Span etc) would prefer the Spanish sun and diet and would stay there … but no it came along on the Easy Jet flight for the ride and seems that if the first 4 (I know I know I said I’d gone crazy) pregnancy tests are correct that it’s still there… in fact as I started this blog I was apparently either 5 weeks and 5 days pregnant (by ‘normal’ measures) & our the little Spaniard exactly 26 days old.

My first scan, the first performance … is on Friday 10th June … assuming it’s still there.

That’s the crux of it, my crazy mind is so concerned that The Spaniard might leave the building, that I have gone quite bonkers.

Anyway – at risk of waffling on too long now I’ll stop … and that is why I started this blog. I don’t want to totally alienate my husband, my mother and my friends. I don’t want all the medical types to think I’m a paranoid crazy loon … so this wide open blog space is my therapist.

I’m not in this alone … there’s Roy … The Spaniard’s father; he’s put up with my moods, my anxieties, my ups and downs and I’ve dealt with his… and then there’s my mother, my best friend. We’re all in this together.

That’s about the size of it. My first blog post expands if you really want to know more… and the blog continues with regular updates (yes it was still there and has grown since 10th June)… some happy … some sad … some fractious … some a bit ‘personal’ which might make you a little squeamish .. but all are very much how it’s going.

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