We had our 20 week scan Monday the 20th October and everything was absolutely fine and dandy. All normal and it took a good half an hour to get all the measurements right so we got a long look at our little baby which was magical. Assuming all is OK from now I don't think you get another ultrasound so technically next time we see her will be when she's born...
I can say she now. Officially a little girl which was the nicest news in the world for me, slightly tainted by Sam seeming genuinely gutted for a good few hours after but he seems to be adjusting to the news well now. I know he wanted a boy to play football and Xbox with, but he can still do that with a girl, and I'm sure we'll have another one at some point so we'll have to really cross our fingers that number 2 is a boy for him. But he's being really lovely and supportive now so I think he's over it, giving us lots of cuddles and attention which is really nice <3
I honestly wouldn't have minded either way gender wise but I suppose a small part of me did picture a little girl who looked like me when I thought about my children, so secretly I am thrilled. I am having quite strong urges to go and buy a couple of baby outfits but I will resist for the moment. I do think I am entitled to one little purchase, just to celebrate I know she's a she. Just one. Sam won't mind, or even know if I hide it and he doesn't read this blog...(!)
Was poorly last week had a shit cold that didn't want to leave, but feeling much better now. Got my energy back to a point but if I'm on my feet for too long my lower back hurts a lot so gotta have lots of rests. No particular food cravings at the moment but chocolate in the evenings is giving me really bad heartburn. In fact, over eating or having a big meal is pretty horrible. Little and often is the key but that's never been my style so having to get used to it.
It's getting chilly now and me and baby are enjoying our baths every evening. I'm re-reading the Harry Potter series for like the millionth time which is a lovely guilty pleasure at the end of every day. As much as I hate the cold of winter I do enjoy the warmth of heating and blankets and snuggles and bath times and fires and pyjamas as soon as you get in from work.
My favourite time of day though is when I get into bed and lie down properly, this seems to be when she wakes up the most, I can really feel her kicking. It's cheesy to say but it is amazing. I feel her a bit during the day but I'm doing other things, in the evenings I can concentrate fully on everything I feel in my belly. I'm putting Sam's hand on my tummy and hoping he can feel something but nothing definite yet. I think in a few weeks he'll be sure it's kicking and not just rumbling. But I can feel her for sure.
We can fully start arguing about baby names now. There is a name we have both liked from the start but now I'm undecided... And I don't know whether to tell everyone our name ideas cos everyone has an opinion which makes things even harder so maybe it should be a secret just between us until it pops out.
My very lovely friend from work has just had her baby and she looks scrumptious, can't wait for a cuddle, when I have a baby in my arms I think that it will sink in that I've got one on route... Nothing like the weight and smell and feel of a baby... The stork has definitely begun it's approach to the Hodgson household. 19 weeks to go... not that I'm counting or anything.
I can say she now. Officially a little girl which was the nicest news in the world for me, slightly tainted by Sam seeming genuinely gutted for a good few hours after but he seems to be adjusting to the news well now. I know he wanted a boy to play football and Xbox with, but he can still do that with a girl, and I'm sure we'll have another one at some point so we'll have to really cross our fingers that number 2 is a boy for him. But he's being really lovely and supportive now so I think he's over it, giving us lots of cuddles and attention which is really nice <3
I honestly wouldn't have minded either way gender wise but I suppose a small part of me did picture a little girl who looked like me when I thought about my children, so secretly I am thrilled. I am having quite strong urges to go and buy a couple of baby outfits but I will resist for the moment. I do think I am entitled to one little purchase, just to celebrate I know she's a she. Just one. Sam won't mind, or even know if I hide it and he doesn't read this blog...(!)
Was poorly last week had a shit cold that didn't want to leave, but feeling much better now. Got my energy back to a point but if I'm on my feet for too long my lower back hurts a lot so gotta have lots of rests. No particular food cravings at the moment but chocolate in the evenings is giving me really bad heartburn. In fact, over eating or having a big meal is pretty horrible. Little and often is the key but that's never been my style so having to get used to it.
It's getting chilly now and me and baby are enjoying our baths every evening. I'm re-reading the Harry Potter series for like the millionth time which is a lovely guilty pleasure at the end of every day. As much as I hate the cold of winter I do enjoy the warmth of heating and blankets and snuggles and bath times and fires and pyjamas as soon as you get in from work.
My favourite time of day though is when I get into bed and lie down properly, this seems to be when she wakes up the most, I can really feel her kicking. It's cheesy to say but it is amazing. I feel her a bit during the day but I'm doing other things, in the evenings I can concentrate fully on everything I feel in my belly. I'm putting Sam's hand on my tummy and hoping he can feel something but nothing definite yet. I think in a few weeks he'll be sure it's kicking and not just rumbling. But I can feel her for sure.
We can fully start arguing about baby names now. There is a name we have both liked from the start but now I'm undecided... And I don't know whether to tell everyone our name ideas cos everyone has an opinion which makes things even harder so maybe it should be a secret just between us until it pops out.
My very lovely friend from work has just had her baby and she looks scrumptious, can't wait for a cuddle, when I have a baby in my arms I think that it will sink in that I've got one on route... Nothing like the weight and smell and feel of a baby... The stork has definitely begun it's approach to the Hodgson household. 19 weeks to go... not that I'm counting or anything.