Routine midwife visit (update)

Yesterday was our 15/16 week routine midwife visit. Just went through the norms, my blood results from booking in came back fine for everything, then she took more blood for the Down’s screening, as the sonographer couldn’t get a measurement at our scan! I will get the results from that through the post. I told her about the bleeding I’d had, and that there’d been nothing since, so she was pleased about that. 


I mentioned about my headaches, she said I am safe to take 2 paracetemol, and if it doesn’t go after that then it is a “hormone headache”. I then decided that if it does disappear, then it must just be a husband headache! (Don’t tell him I said that!) I have only been taking half at once though so far, and it’s gone, so it must be the latter…


Next appointment is at 25 weeks, on the 29th November, when she will measure bump and listen in! Exciting! Though we have our 20 week scan before that so that is more exciting 🙂

15 weeks… and a bump (pic)

Today marks 15 weeks pregnant! 

Has been quite a strange day, well not strange as such, but ‘thoughtful’. We went to a car boot this morning, and walking around there were a lot of pregnant women, including me, and it was just so strange to be ‘with them’ rather than ‘against them’ I think. Looking at myself in the mirror, it still seems strange, and it still feels strange to me that I actually have a human being growing inside of me after all this time!

Talking of looking in the mirror, look what I noticed on Friday!



I’m sure it just appeared overnight, after the panic on Thursday! I love it. (Even though I’m convinced half of that is still fat… This is another thing, I just can’t over the feeling of and thinking that I look fat…)

Thought we were going back to the start…

Yesterday (Thursday) was quite a scary, emotional day. Had some bleeding in the morning, first time I went to the toilet, and then the second time, which was worse than before. Cue panic mode and the beginning of a morning of crying from me. 

I obviously thought the worst was happening so I rang the mw in tears, who told me she couldn’t do anything or refer me, so to ring my GP and he would get me a referral to the EPU. So I rang my GP, he rang the EPU and then rang me back to go there in the afternoon. I then rang hubby at work to let him know, but this was an hour before his dinner so I was sat crying for an hour! Eventually he rang back and I was in tears, he said he was asking to leave and then he’d be straight home. He rang me to let me know he was on his way so I ran a bath to calm down a bit. It took him 20 minutes to cycle home, whereas on his bike it usually takes 35-40 minutes!

I had my bath, then got ready to go, drank a bit of water in case they did a scan (GP said they were just listening for a heartbeat as I was “only” 14+4, but I thought it might be too early so went prepared). 

We got there, saw the mw, she took some details as to when the bleeding started etc., then we went to listen for a heartbeat. Of course, she couldn’t find one so that set me in panic mode again! Anyway, she said go and sit back in the waiting area and we’ll get you in for a scan. So sat there for 15 mins, worried sick, then we were called through for our scan.

The sonographer took some details, then got baby up on the screen. A heartbeat! It was flashing! Oh my, I was so relieved, I immediately burst into tears. Baby was totally oblivious, sleeping happily on his/her head! 

Needless to say, we were so so happy, relieved, you name it. I had a major headache after all the crying so we headed home and I went for a lie down. Hubby looked after me all night, made me an amazing spaghetti bolognese, and was just generally a wonderful husband. We also had stern words with the belly bean (thanks Kylie, I love that!) not to scare us like that again!

Oh, just before I finish, one of the receptionists there asked if I was pregnant, and wished us congratulations, as she recognised us from when we were having treatment (our antenatal/scan/gynae unit is joined together, and all 3 desks joined together, she works on the antenatal unit I think)! That’s how much time we spend at the hospital!


(Never posted the update from 14 weeks so here it is)

Fed up of feeling fed up

I know, a few months ago I would have been the one moaning about people moaning that they were fed up with their pregnancies. This is why I am so fed up of feeling like this, because I know I am so lucky and many of you would kill to be in my position and possibly be feeling fed up!


The thing is, I don’t know why I’m fed up, I’m guessing it’s just hormones, as there is absolutely no other reason. Most of you know how long we fought for this moment, and I love our baby so much already, so it is nothing to do with that.


I’ve been bursting into tears for absolutely no reason (I did this nearer the beginning but I knew what the reasons were at that time!), and just really feeling sorry for myself! I think part of it may be  the fact that I don’t “feel pregnant” at the minute because I don’t “look” pregnant, I think I look more fat than anything, and I just want that moment where I can see how much our baby is growing inside of me. I look in the mirror every day and just can’t see any change at all. I have had to start wearing maternity jeans, as my usual jeans were getting tight and uncomfortable, so I know my body is changing, and I’ve only gained 4/5 lbs so I know it’s not mainly because of that. 


I’m sure my husband must be getting fed up of me feeling miserable by now, but I just can’t seem to pull myself out of this and cheer up! I hate feeling like this as I know I should be enjoying my pregnancy, and I am for the most part, but just can’t help feeling like this at the moment and I feel so so guilty. 


Please tell me I’m not the only one?

13 weeks (and more fluffy post)

So Sunday was the 13 week mark! Nearing the end of the first trimester and only 27 more weeks to go…




No bump pic this week as it’s not really much different from last week! 


We have a few things to keep us occupied until baby arrives – it’s hubby’s birthday 3 weeks tomorrow, the Monday after that we go on holiday, and then on the Thursday it’s my quarter century birthday! (Exactly a week after hubby’s!) And then in November I’m going Xmas/baby shopping in Manchester with a friend, and then in December we’re going to Leicester for another friends birthday! And then of course we have Xmas (which we are hopefully going away for, to stay with my Mum & Step-Dad if they have moved by then), and then New Year, and then Valentines Day which will be very low key as baby is due the month after! 


I was also very honoured last week, as I was part of the Friday feature on a very good friends blog over at Not Even A Bag Of Sugar! If you don’t follow her already, I would get yourself over there as it is a very heartfelt blog focusing on prematurity (but she does post about other things too) as her amazing, gorgeous baby boy was born at only 27 weeks.


My last thing to add, more fluffy post arrived today, courtesy of Kylie (author of above blog!) who very kindly won a starter pack for us from Baba + Boo. Mainly jungle prints so we are going to have a jungle baby!




So we have a white nappy bucket, a mesh laundry bag, a cow print wet bag, a giraffe nappy, a tiger nappy, a zebra nappy, a leopard nappy, and the Cruella Du Wee which Kylie named and won the competition with!