Pregnant not ill!

So here's another post midnight Blog for you all.  Shh!  Don't tell Prince Daddy or I'll get told off.  Again.  You know the way men say (quietly) "She's pregnant, not ill,"  Well, I wish someone would tell Prince Daddy that.  Being looked after is quite nice for about a day and a half, then I have the urge to club him over the head with something unpleasant - like a Lego Gandalf!

 

To be fair, there are women everywhere yelling "Shut up and enjoy it" at their computer screens.  Women who aren't spoiled rotten every day - but I'm not one of them and even though I know I'm coming off as bossy, irritable and ungrateful, I just cant sit on the couch with my feet up drinking tea for the rest of time.

 

There's been a fair bit of upheaval in the Mummy Household in the last two weeks.  The Welsh Assembly Government, bless their souls, approved the funding for our bathroom conversion into a shower room.  We originally requested a simple shower riser over the bath allowing me to shower unsupervised.  In a bath I tend to drift to sleep and drown.  They sent out their "people" who said no.  They thought a wet room would be more suitable.  Less for me to hit my head on as I fall down.  Oh, and a downstairs toilet so I didn't have to wake Prince Daddy to warn him I was planning on peeing when he was sleeping off a night shift.  I still need someone on hand while I shower, but at least they don't have to be in the same room any more and I don't have to announce my bodily functions in case they lead to a splat on the stairs.

 

Prince Daddy was in his element.  We had a houseful of builders who'd all been briefed on Narcolepsy With Cataplexy and all supported him in his theory that pregnant women who are prone to falling down shouldn't be allowed to wander around.  My favourite builder D, even made the tea when Prince Daddy wasn't around!

 

I've been truly fortunate in terms of pregnancy symptoms.  After the fortnight of hell that was Medication Withdrawal, I've been pretty much ok.  Some morning sickness - not bad but at the worst possible time.  I missed my best friend's son's birthday party today.  From about an hour before we needed to leave until just before the end, I was awful.  Since then, fine (feeling nauseous doesn't count)  Tomorrow there's a Family Christening the Mummy Clan should attend.  I have 2 bags ready to take.  My pretty handbag, and a sicky bag with paper bags/wetwipes etc in for the car journey. 

 

Wish me luck!!!

The best - and worst - days of my life.

It's ten past eleven at night - a time when all good narcoleptics should be in bed and sleeping.  A time when I  am normally in bed and sleeping.  But tonight, I am sitting, pecking out letters on a keyboard, munching on indigestion tablets as though they are sweets.

 

Every time I try to sleep, restless legs kick in - quite literally as far as poor Prince Daddy is concerned.  Not that he is bothered.  Sleeping the sleep of the Night Worker on a Day Off, he keeps trying to tuck me in, ignoring that my arms are flailing also.

 

The cause of the whole restless legs is my new little hitchhiker.  Yes, there is a new Little Prince or Princess on the way.  And this pregnancy is SO different from that of November last year.

 

At just 6 weeks pregnant, Princess Mummy (ME!) has the full set of pregnancy symptoms.  In the last week, I have had tummy cramps, sore boobies, bloating, and of course, indigestion.  And today, the morning sickness has kicked in - thoroughly!

 

When we first found out about the pregnancy, we visited our GP.  The advice she gave was to stop all of the narcolepsy medication immediately.  She was very pleased about my pregnancy symptoms - strong symptoms this early suggest a good rise in baby making hormones etc, especially bearing in mind that I was symptom free last time. 

 

Dr S had to look up my meds as she has no experience with narcolepsy.  The modafinil was simple enough. Do not take, no way, no how.  Clomipramine is not quite as simple.  Do not take, no way, no how BUT you will feel like poo while your body withdraws from the drug.  The words Dr S used were "the worst flu of your life for the next few weeks".

 

She really wasn't kidding.  I cannot stay awake from one hour to the next.  Every joint in my body hurts.  Although I don't have the headache/sore throat etc of flu, I feel as though I'm just getting over the worst bug EVER!  In theory though, as the Clomipramine passes through my system, I should get over the worst and enjoy the pregnancy although I will still have to balance the narcolepsy.

 

Yesterday, I met with Dr O - Grand High Chief of narcolepsy in Liverpool and was very depressed to find that the only thing he could do is impress upon me the need to nap regularly as there are NO meds at all that are safe to use during pregnancy.  He told Prince Daddy that I would be worse than useless for pretty much the next 7 months.  I'm  not to climb stairs alone, not go out alone unless I want to go back to A&E and pick out my plaster cast colours in advance.  Basically, I'm to be treated like china.  Which is just what I've spent the last week trying to convince Prince Daddy NOT to do.   Sigh.