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First scan

I’ve emailed and facebooked and sent texts but have just not found the energy to blog about it until now – can you believe even STEF beat me to the blogging?

I’d drank a vast amount of water and was actually in pain from the amount sloshing around my bladder by the time we arrived, unfortunately I was a little too full *grin* the sonographer had to send me to the ladies because the poor wee bairn was obviously trapped.. I didn’t want to move because I was basically transfixed at the sight of my little human kicking and squirming away, only the thought of his/her discomfort got me away from the ultrasound machine.

When I came back for another go (full of relief myself may I add) The image was even clearer and she was able to find several suitable angles for measuring purposes.

It was absolutely AWESOME! He (or she) was moving around a lot, plenty of kicking (straight into my bladder, I’m hoping s/he moves soon though, it’s causing me problems on the loo front!) we saw newt scratch his/her nose and shift down to nudge the genital area. Obviously we couldn’t see any genitals but there were definitely 2 of everything that there should be. (we were relieved to have confirmation of just the one body in there though, folks seem to think it’s funny to raise the ‘twins’ thought – it isn’t!)

I just couldn’t get over how CLEAR it was! The sonographer was lovely, quite patiently answered all the blokes questions – though I think he must have misheard the ‘9cm from bum to head’ bit as that would be visible now and in all honesty I’m getting bump envy because there’s just nothing there. I was a tad surprised at how they date you though, she literally just measured the size of the babys head with what looked like the photoshop elipse selection tool – the computer then spat out a reading of 14 weeks and 2 days (I mean.. HOW accurate?!?) which sets my new EDD at 24/08/08 so for those of you with an interest in such things – a taurean mum and an aquarian/capricorn pappy have managed to create a Leo/Virgo spawn.

I barely heard what the lass was saying if I’m honest – it’s just as well Stef was there because I was holding on to my emotions so hard the only spare concentration I had was for the monitor. You cannot even begin to describe the maelstrom of pride, amazement, happiness and excitement that just wells up inside of you as you realise the tiny little human showing up on that screen is making all those movements RIGHT NOW inside of you.

It was really all I could do not to sit there howling.

We came out of the hospital almost dancing, matching grins and sly glances at each other as we held hands walking down the street – it was a definite ‘moment’.

Unfortunately all that excitement completely wore me out, we got back to the house and I basically collapsed into bed – which is how come himself managed to get the pics up on the net and emailed out to everyone before I’d even logged in.

If you want to see the pics then just nip over to stefs blog his flickr account my facebook profile or any number of other places that they’re likely to crop up..

It’s just brilliant isn’t it? Now I want to go out and buy an ultrasound machine so I can watch our little newt move every day! Roll on the next scan!


Ok, to fill you all in on just why my posting has been pants for the last few months and why I’ve been so ill and why I’ve barely posted anything else. You see, when you have something big happening in your life it’s all you want to write about – especially on a personal blog like this, but no..
My beloved has been adamant that we shouldn’t tell people our news until after we’ve had the first scan and know for sure that everything is ok – I’ve not been able to blog or stay online because it’s just too hard to keep the secret to myself, but Friday night he went out with all his male cousins and they got to hear the news in the pub – even though we won’t be going for the scan until tuesday..

That’s right, when sat face to face with them all he just couldn’t wait 3 days LOL

I’m just amazed he held off this long – I’ve been dying to tell all those people not in the know *rubs hands in glee* I can just see the fear on their faces now..

Me: “We’re BREEDING!”

Them “NOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..”

It’s a DNA cocktail the likes of which even Mohinder Suresh would quiver to see. Truly this is the DNA melding of doom.

And we couldn’t be happier. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Newt may not have been planned for for a couple more years but he or she (we think he) is the luckiest kid on the planet and we’re chuffed t’buggry about it. Everything happens for a reason remember 😉

I have to say though – there truly is NOTHING pleasent about pregnancy, it’s actually very similar to early stages CFS/ME as far as the worry and constant tiredness goes, the sickness is basically just like Menieres disease (only without the vertigo and deafness) so all in all I was well prepared for the expected physical nastiness.

But it’s weird. I’ve been able to feel my insides moving around to accomodate everything, even though I’m barely showing I can feel the weight of it all being distributed differently when I’m lying down – and it makes for an uncomfortable nights sleep I can tell you; first on the shopping list is definitely a body pillow!
Thankfully the sickness has died off a tad so I’m not retching at every noxious smell that crosses my path (that was embarrassing) and the whole ‘boob’ thing has settled down. I’ve basically been living on fruit, cereal, potatoes and vegetables because I couldn’t bear the thought of most meats, cheese, pasta and (believe it or not) chocolate or cake and I’ve gone from massive plates of food to kiddie portions. Chocolate has been the first thing to sneak back into the diet since the morning sickness began to wear off, but I still can’t face the rest and don’t know if I ever will again!

The thing is, NOW.. Oh yes.. NOW the cravings have finally arrived.

Last night, around 10pm I went and asked the father of my child what time the local shop shut, he replied ‘now’ and I nearly burst into tears. I wanted original flavour Pringles and I wanted ’em BAD!

He on the other hand found it hilarious, here we are in a house that has more pickled goods than you can shake a stick at (his mum has an allotment and they freeze and jar their own veg and sauces and preserves) and I don’t want the traditional ‘pickles and ice cream’ I want crisps – but not ANY crisps, I’d already been through the cupboards and rejected everything in there, I knew what I wanted and just as you’d expect, we didn’t have any.
But I mean.. of all things! PRINGLES!?! ..And original flavour to boot! C’mooooon! the lad is supposed to walk the ends of the earth to find me granite flavoured ice cream or peel spuds at 1am so I can have chips and maple syrup. But no – I wanted Pringles, it’s just so disappointing.

Mind you, I’ve come to the conclusion it’s all down to your subconscious kicking off with the nesting thing so you stock up on stuff – now that I have pringles in the house I don’t want them, instead I want chocolate mousse/ dessert/ pudding or whatever the sauce stuff in those cadburys pots is known as. Basically, if you haven’t got it in the house and can’t easily get hold of it – you’ll crave it.
Which sucks.

Still, we’re REALLY looking forward to Tuesday and our first glimpse of Newt, we should even get to hear his little heartbeat – I’m so excited! Expect many ‘mommy blogger’ type posts on here in the future because it is literally pretty much all I can think about. College have been great about it and Nick, my year tutor, has already put into place some options for next year – but that’s a whole other post because right now I’m off to bed – building a baby is bloody knackering y’know!

Attention mommy bloggers

recieved this via email from the lovely Steve.. Is it true?

Birth order

Your Clothes

1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN
confirms your pregnancy.

2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.

3rd baby Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.

Preparing For Birth

1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.

2nd baby: You don’t bother because you remember that last time,
breathing didn’t do a thing.

3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.

The Layette

1st baby: You pre-wash newborn’s clothes, colour-coordinate them, and
fold them neatly in the baby’s little bureau.

2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard
only the ones with the darkest stains.

3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can’t they?


1st baby: At the first sign of distress – a whimper, a frown – you pick
up the baby.

2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your

3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical


1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you
can go home and wash and boil it.

2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with
some juice from the baby’s bottle.

3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.


1st baby: You change your baby’s diapers every hour, whether they need
it or not.

2nd baby: You change baby’s diaper every two to three hours, if needed.

3rd baby: You try to change the diaper before others start to complain
about the smell or you see it sagging to the knees.


1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby
Story Hour.

2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.

3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.

Going Out

1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call

2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a
number where you can be reached.

3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees

At Home

1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.

2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older
child isn’t squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.

3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.

Swallowing Coins

1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the
hospital and demand x-rays.

2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for
the coin to pass.

3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his

Cheers for the chuckle honeyI especially loved the ‘at home 3rd baby’ *grin*

oh.. I also stole this from HK It tickled me muchly – in a ‘its funny cos its true’ kinda way..

so true..