Those of you who read my articles on Bella Kidz or follow me on facebook will know that the morning sickness has struck…. At week 15/16… yep, who knew that could happen? It’s possible that some pretty crippling headaches could be the cause of this sudden occurrence and I’m feeling pretty darn sorry for myself at the moment. That said, I can finally feel baby moving around which is magical. The hubby is convinced that means it’s a boy (footballer in the making) but I’m not quite so sure.
My blood test results came back all clear and I think the re-test maybe related to that toddler group cold I came down with a few weeks ago.
My bump seems so small and while many people will look and say otherwise, I’m certain that is because I’m OBESE! Yep it’s official, I’m a chub! I don’t think even my stone weight loss since conception (I know! how chuffed was I when I stood on the scales last week) is enough to shift this label quite yet, and I really hope it doesn’t prevent me having a home birth. But, if I lose another stone I will fall nicely back a weight category which would be ideal, we shall see. For the moment it’s no fast food, no full fat milk and def. no more lemonade. In fairness I think I suffer from lack-of-exercise-itis (it’s a serious condition you know) so lots of brisk walks are planned, we could all do to get out the house more anyway, but it’s good to know all those school runs on foot are paying off.
I got my wedding dress out earlier, and I couldn’t believe how much I’ve piled on since that special day. I didn’t dare try it on. I think it’s time to make a sale, I’m pretty sure I’ll never have occasion to wear it again and providing I can get the fake tan off of it (fail) the contribution will be very helpful considering our new arrival.
We have started preparing the other children for a sibling and I’m pretty sure H knows what to expect, ‘I know when mummy makes cow noises, the baby will come’. She’s determined she will have a sister this time and I must admit seeing all those little girlie clothes in shops is sending me a bit gooey. But, we have cupboards full of boy’s clothes….. it’s very tempting to find out this time so we can plan more, luckily the nursery and general paraphernalia are neutral… and in fairness a baby poos, sleeps and boobs for the best part of three months anyway, I don’t think they’ll care what colour they’re wearing.
Roo now points to my belly when I ask where the baby is, I’m not sure if this is confusing for him, because let’s face it, he has a permanent look of confusion on his features anyway, but he has taken to playing with one of H’s dolls and fingers crossed he won’t mind moving up to his big boy room soon.
So ‘Mcfly’ is now the size of an avocado, wow! less than a month until we can see him/her again and hopefully we can hear the heartbeat when we visit the midwife next week. Unfortunately the OH is working late on the day of the scan so may not be able to come along; I do hope we can change the date. Maybe I’ll tease him and say I found out the sex… maybe I will find out… hmmm…