Scans and Belly Jiggles

We had our third scan today, the first being for some reassurance and the second to tell us we were only ten weeks (that was a bit disappointing). Today we were set back once again, but only by a day. We now have a EDD (finally)! little bean is due 21st of September, looks like I’ll be doing the school run in my final weeks then…

It was an emotional but rather interesting morning… Having woken up from a slightly odd dream to the sounds of baby Roo cooing away at 6:30, we managed to convince him that 20 mins of Peppa Pig (which is permanently in our bedroom dvd player), while having mummy and daddy cuddles, was a far better option than a crack of dawn breakfast…

Pregnancy dreams are the best! Mine seemed to involve underground greenhouses(?!), a flight round New York city, and plastic dolls… I also recall getting angry will fellow contestants in a cooking competition during the night… the husband says I snored! Grrr this is possibly because I seem to have picked up a nasty little cold from some snotty child at a toddler group last week, I knew there was a reason why I don’t attend such events often aside from the competitive parenting, (my Chelsea tractor is bigger than yours, little jimmy was potty trained at 5 weeks etc) dam this constant coughing and sneezing, we know I have pelvic floor issues!

Baby Roo, hubby and I throw breakfast down ourselves and bundle out of the door leaving the eldest with our wonderful Mother’s Help, who is both more efficient and more organised than myself. H is in capable hands and would no doubt arrive at school with all equipment necessary, no toothpaste down her top, well fed, refreshed from a lovely walk and without the sound of ‘we’re running late again’ echoing in her ears. Its a shame she can’t join us but hopefully next time!

We stop at a garage on the way and grab a bottle of water before heading into the city, Roo seems excited by the change of routine and even more excited when he realises he can see the fish tank in the hospital again… there’s something about taking a toddler into a room full of broody mother-to-be, I only wish he would return their smiles, just once… but no, he’s so serious, just gets on playing peek-a-boo with the fish (until the power cuts out and he looks more confused than normal). ‘He actually has a dimple’, I tell people when they attempt to coax a smile from him. I don’t think anyone believes me… I wonder if this little bundle will be just as serious around strangers? or if they’ll be like their confident and bubbly big sister?

We make it into the scan room and I’m mortified to find that I’m required to hold my existing ‘baby apron’ up so she can scan… dam big babies!! But, apparently, muffin top aside, my bottle of water was not enough, I’m asked to drink more fluid and wait another half an hour….

By the time I re-enter the room, 7 polystyrene cups of water later, I’m bursting for the loo and praying I won’t sneeze. There were a few intense moments of belly jiggling to get little one to turn around and a more than one close call where I thought I might lose all dignity, but here he/she is… dated 12+2 weeks, with two arms and two legs and a strong heart beat….. Yes it’s starting to sink in… baby number three… a beautiful little blob…

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