July 2019

Let’s face it right, I never expected to be the recipient of bad news in the office of my gynaecologist. From the tender age of 21, my poor body had been subject to 10 or more laparoscopic surgeries, particularly relating to endometriosis. It somehow became the norm for my pear shape sized uterus to be put through this so called form of “minimal invasive surgery” every 18 or so months.

I think I was around 36 years old, where I began to consider my age for having children and that’s when I took myself to my gynaecologist to get some tests. After being told I would need a blood test to see where I was at hormonally, this blood test would also determine whether I had enough eggs to be able to conceive.

Six weeks pregnant and over the moon BUT I’m in hospital on a drip for extreme nausea and constant vomiting. By morning I thankfully felt better and it was during a routine ultrasound that I was told there is not only one baby growing but two! 

Blessed with two and double the trouble but throughout my pregnancy it was double the damn hormones. This lead me to a early diagnosis of the medical term for severe all day sickness called “hyperemesis gravidarum”. This was horrible, this was constant and by week 12, I had to stop work completely. My amazing OB advised if it hadn’t subsided by this stage it will continue throughout the whole pregnancy and far out, he was right.