So I was somewhat oblivious to the whole pregnancy thing, basically didn’t think I could get pregnant so I was about 10 weeks when I finally found out… and that 10 weeks was hell. I was so horrifically nauseas and tired ALL THE TIME! Now, I have some seriously stupid ongoing digestive issues so I didn’t think too much of it except that I suddenly so tired I couldn’t focus on anything.
At the time I was undertaking a full load of distance study in psychology. I could see I wasn’t going to be able to manage that with the tiredness and dropped a class and then I had to ask for two extensions on an assignment for the other one despite normally being able to ace a subject whilst working full time, let alone the 3 days I was working at the time.
A friend who, at that time, I didn’t know well suggested pregnancy and the idea got stuck in my brain. 2 days later I was getting the whole thing confirmed and calling my mate (in Hong Kong for a conference) to tell him the news all whilst freaking out about the timing and whether or not they wanted this…
And dropping my remaining university class. There was no way I was going to keep up between work and what I knew would be ongoing nausea and exhaustion. I was literally getting home from work, falling asleep on the couch, getting up for dinner and going back to bed.
I was studying the pre-entry classes for a Psychology degree. Something I had considered on and off for a few years. I wanted to make psychology services more readily available to queer people like me, and to queer disabled people. I still do, which is why I have finally re-enrolled. Starting in late February 2018 I’ll be back at study part time to finish those prerequisite classes whilst Rabbit is still a wee tiny thing.
Wish me luck.
