I’ve just entered week seven of pregnancy and I’ve already had six ultrasound scans, what feels like several litres of blood taken for testing, a huge pile of forms and other bits of paperwork and a “Mutterpass” to boot. A Mutterpass is a document (looks like a small book) which I have to carry around with me at all times. It contains my name, blood group, immunity status, weight chart, general health info as well as everything possible about Geekling, down to the last millimitre.
My family-in-law have had a few parties recently, and it has been noted that I didn’t drink alcohol. My brother-in-law is now constantly teasing my husband and making comments about my “shape.” I’m not showing yet, but I must admit my teeny-tiny boobs have seriously grown over the last week or so. But the idea that I’m being watched: what I eat, my body shape… it just makes me uncomfortable.
Whilst I understand that this curiosity is normal, and that the doctors are doing their best to look after Geekling, I’ve started to feel very… well… not “me.” You know, the girl who likes to bake far too many cakes, who loves to geek out on the sofa with a few episodes of Doctor Who, the teacher who loves to get down on the floor with kids and go on school trips, the geocacher, the London girl living in the German countryside who suffers from wanderlust… where did she go? Is she gone for good? Am I just a “vessel” now?
How do/did you cope with this feeling — how do/did you remain true to yourself when pregnant?