In less than a week from finding out that my uterus is starting to perform all the necessary stages to carry an embryo, I was heading to the Leeds festival. I still did not know how many weeks I was in, as my GP was on holiday. To my dismay, not only was I panicking about things I should not do – the realisation I could not drink alcohol put such a frown upon my face! I got more frustrated about it when Martin and I went to do the big bulk shop of food and drink! Whilst Martin was piling the shopping trolley with everything that can diminish your mind type of fluids, I was only adding juice. Do not get me wrong, I love fruity juice – just love alcohol on certain outings! We read up that there is a high miscarriage rate in the first trimester. Therefore we did not want to inform many people and would let the pregnancy run its course. However we agreed we would inform Phil, Martins brother and Laura, bride to be, as we were going to enjoy the Leeds festival together. As Laura put it, sober @ Leeds! Both were totally chuffed. My mind was overloading as we knew we would be due around their wedding in May 2016. If I have to give birth in Cumbria, I will! Or magically hold my breath in so Baby Lentil does not pop out until afterwards! Hurry up GP appointment! Grrrrrr!
Can I handle this? I know, I am 32 and only experiencing this enormous event only now. WTF? Do pregnant woman even attend these events? I know – stupid questions. But I am starting to question everything! What is good, bad, acceptable, not acceptable, safe, and harmful? Does my GP not understand I am new to this! My blood was boiling as I would erupt with an encyclopaedia of questions, that is just being archived for now. I do not want to always refer to the internet – I just want to communicate with someone person to person and talk about pregnancy so that my worries could dissipate.
For my first time festival, I felt I did it right. Pink Moon Camp was a necessity – comfortable and hygienic whilst being pregnant. I shred skin flakes like crazy and can be dry due to my eczema – so having showers nearby was heavenly. Knowing that outside the camp, others could possibly be sleeping in mud, faeces, urine and rubbish cruelly put a smile on my face. I did despise the toilets by the stages, though. I never knew that I could pick up any scent so easily. A peg on my nose would not even mask those smells in to a far off land. Yet at most performances, I had to keep befriending the toilets. I have not camped in over 5 years and remember how it was – still fun. Our own little BBQ’s, hot drinks at the side of the readymade tent. I have to regretfully admit, I did not know many of the artists but they were amazing hearing them live. Metallica was just crazy! Festivals and early stages of pregnancy is challenging but I would go again!