Monthly Archives: November 2011

A mini round-up!

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I’ve really neglected this blog over the last few days so I’m feeling a little guilty. In fact, it’s been so long since I last posted, I’ve had to keep a list or I’d forget what to talk about. The truth is, I’ve been hugely busy at work, I’ve been feeling incredibly rough, and I’m more than a little stressed! It’s hard job being a mummy-to-be, full-time at work, and trying to be the model blogger!

Let’s start with where we left off – the scan…

Pride of place - our first photo of baby!

Pride of place – our first photo of baby!

This was of course, the best day ever! We had a trainee sonographer (Doreen) who was a sweet girl of around of around 18 (?). As she was trying to complete her training and impress the lead nurse, she spent considerably more time inspecting the contents of my ever-expanding belly than most. It felt like we were in there for around 30 minutes which was fantastic as we had more time to get-to-know baby. I was a tiny bit overwhelmed and had a mini cry, but Craig was much more together.

Baby wouldn’t stay still and was bouncing around and stretching. It was really interesting to see all the things I’ve described in ‘development posts’ live on the screen before us. We were able to see all five fingers and toes which was truly amazing for something so tiny. I remember saying aloud how I thought it looked like a boy, and Doreen seemed to confirm this by referring to ‘him’ and ‘he’ throughout the scan. I have no idea if she was able to confirm my thinking so early, but she definitely didn’t contradict me. Oh and the due date hasn’t changed – baby appeared to be 12 weeks and 4 days (6.2cm) so this means we’re looking at the 30th May / early June – just in time for summer xxx

We booked scan no 2# for the 11th January (20 weeks). At this time we should be able to find out whether we’re having a boy or a girl (if baby decides to give us a sneaky peek!). We’ve had conflicting advice from friends and family on whether to keep this as a surprise or not, but I’m leaning towards finding out. As I already know in my heart, it’s a ‘blue one’ -this will just confirm what I already know so we can buy suitable things. Let’s just call it women’s intuition.

Following the scan I had the photos blown up to 8″ x 6″ for friends and family. Having then spent a further £40 on frames in Debenhams, you can imagine how disappointed I was to get home and find out I’d lost the copies (don’t worry the originals are safe). I was absolutely gutted and cried for a few hours Sunday night 😦

Speaking of dates…

I’ve already mentioned January 11th but it’s also worth plugging in 13th December (our 16 week midwife appointment). I’m dead excited about this as Louise has tipped me off that we should get to hear baby’s heartbeat.

Choosing  a name!

Guess what name we won't be choosing!?

Guess what name we won’t be choosing!?

After weeks of searching, I also found a baby name book whilst browsing in town on Monday with Paul. As I knew it would take me less than day to pick out the gems from the utter rubbish – I was holding out for a charity shop to come out good for me, and Cancer Research didn’t let me down. Interestingly Craig and I seem to be picking really traditional names. This is really strange as I’ve been keeping a list since I was at university with names I have fallen in love with; a real assortment of Welsh, Latin and obscure names from TV programmes. Among them were Beba, Sian, Daisy , Eva, Penny… the list was endless. Since I’ve been pregnant, my choices have changed completely. Instead, Craig and I want something noticeably English with a few syllables to complement the shortness of ‘Mills’. I also originally had my heart set on something that couldn’t be shortened, but again, I’ve changed my mind. I now seem to prefer names that offer up plenty of choices e.g. Isabella: Ellie, Izzy, Isa, Belle, Bella etc.

I don’t want to give anything more away now as it’ll ruin the surprise but needless to say we won’t be picking the one in the picture above!

As for me!

I’m shattered, I’m losing my concentration at work, and I’m hungry all the time. Yesterday was particularly bad one as I ate 2 Burger King burgers, and two sausage rolls from Greggs. As it’s all saturated fat, this is really stupid and I literally cried when I got home. I’m getting ridiculously fat and it’s embarrassing. I don’t want to deny myself food as baby  needs to eat and my body is using up lots of energy reserves to power us both. However, I will be buying fruit every morning from now on as it’s depressing to think that I’m throwing bad food at such a tiny constitution. I get so many things wrong as a mummy-to-be and this shouldn’t be one of them. It’s just as easy to nip into M&S and buy some strawberries, as it is to queue up in Burger King.

I’ve also been feeling really insecure and paranoid. Things that should take 30 seconds, now take 30 minutes, and I worry that I’m slowing down too much at work. I also find post-it notes on my desk (that I’ve written  5 minutes earlier) and wonder how they got there! They say this is pregnancy brain but its way too early for that! I’m hoping its tiredness and it’ll pass but it’s worrying me nonetheless. I’m going to monitor this over the next week and try not to be so hard on myself. I just really hope it’s a blip and things will get back to normal.

Of course, this could just be tiredness. I’ve definitely been more short-tempered and irritable with Craig! I know he’s really trying so 90% of the time I feel like a total bitch, but my emotions are all over the place and stupidly difficult for him (and me) to track. We’ll argue over the silliest things so this has got to change. Baby needs a united front at the moment so everything else should take a back seat whilst we iron out these wrinkles.

That’s it from me! This has been a long post and I’m shattered.

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Week 11… What a week!

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In 3 hours 7 minutes I’ll be 12 weeks into my pregnancy so this one is very late coming!!! I’m also wayyyy too excited about the scan to concentrate on this post so apologies if it’s a little ‘bulleted’.

Baby is now about the size of a small lime, about 1.5 inches (35mm). It is almost fully formed and is weighing in at 8 grams

11 week old embryo
11 week old embryo

The webbing between fingers and toes has disappeared and tiny tooth buds are forming. The senses are rapidly developing and baby can now feel. This is the beginning of quite an active phase for baby who will be somersaulting in copious amounts of amniotic fluid. Baby enjoys wriggling, kicking, and stretching and these small movements help to strengthen the developing muscles and bones.

These movements are also becoming increasingly sophisticated – baby can punch and arch its body, flex its fingers, form a fist and wrinkle its forehead (aw!). It can also suck and swallow and is able to move freely. The intestines are already able to process the liquid that the baby is swallowing. The kidneys are producing urine and baby is swallowing amniotic fluid and wee’ing regularly (great…). This is important because it helps to regulate the amount of amniotic fluid in my womb.

Baby is starting to develop hair, irises, fingernails and toenails. Although its head is still nearly the same size as its body, head growth begins to slow. The brain has become more complicated and all the areas you would normally find in a newborn’s brain are present.

Finally, the diaphragm is forming so baby will hiccup regularly.

As for mummy….

Well I will soon be entering the second trimester of pregnancy and it’s recommended I now take time to concentrate on interacting with baby. Some baby sites insist that I think “happy thoughts” because baby can now sense my mood and will react to it. Hopefully this will be possible now as Craig and I are through the worst of it and my irrational moodiness seems to have lifted. If I’m honest, I wasn’t so keen on the first trimester as I felt a little bit out of control. I’d regularly cry and sulk and seemed to pick fights all the time. Even though it wasn’t my intention, I was difficult to talk to and pushed Craig away constantly. This may have been, in part, due to starting a new job.

Speaking of work – I’ve finally told Laura (my boss) – she gave me a massive cuddle and promised all the time off I needed. I have a review with my MD on Thursday so expect more on this over the next few days. I feel really positive though, like a big weight has lifted. Even though I’m not planning on taking lots of maternity leave, I feel confident they’ll respect my decisions and try to support me as best they can – I can’t ask for any  more than this and I’m really pleased.

One more sleep until the first scan… Craig has the afternoon off and so do I (just in case we get a little weepy). I literally CAN NOT WAIT so I’m off to bed so it comes around sooner.

Goodnight everyone xxx

A treat for mummy, a treat for daddy

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Hello gorgeous little one…

With all this spending in preparation for you to arrive, mummy and daddy are giving themselves a little treat each for Christmas! We’ve managed to convince ourselves that both treats (tangibly) are also for you, so they’ll be guilt-free purchases our end.

Mummy's new camera - Canon 1000d 18-52mm
Mummy’s new camera – Canon 1000d 18-52mm

Mummy’s is a grown-up camera. By the time you read this, digital cameras will have probably been replaced by something new and wonderful – but mummy wants a top of the range starter camera to take gorgeous photos of you, daddy, and the rest of the family. Mummy and daddy take horrendous photos and often look like porkies (even though neither of us really are) with 3 chins each. Right now Daddy takes pictures on his phone (an iPhone – this is the best phone on the market right now) and mummy kind of relies on him to do it. I don’t want to miss a single thing when you are born and want millions of pictures to show your girlfriend/s or boyfriend/s when you’re older. So a little bit of research has shown this to be the bestest camera out there for novices like mummy. Just in case we have a new currency system when you’re born, or you want to laugh at our £ value – it’s going to cost mummy around £200.

Lucky daddy is getting a flash television for the living room. He already has a pretty enormous one, but now he wants an upgrade. He has already upgraded his sound system from a dvd one to a blue-ray one (mummy doesn’t really understand what this means) and now he wants a new television to match. He’s been researching this for ages and mummy will be pleased to get daddy off the internet so she can talk to him again. Daddy has convinced himself that this purchase is due to you coming along – he reckons your arrival means he won’t get as much boy-time down the pub anymore (he only goes there 1 night a week now!) – so he wants a way to spend more cheap evenings in. Mummy is pretending to be moody about this as it’s expensive at £750 – but she doesn’t really mind.

In other news – Aunty Louise came to see us this weekend with Lenny. Lenny was really excited to see your hairy brother Billy and chased him around the house. Mummy felt fine then, but she’s been a bit sicky with you in her tummy ever since. She’s really tired and keeps throwing up. I’m not complaining as I know it’s you trying to get comfortable in there. I haven’t told daddy yet but I’m convinced I can feel you shifting around – it’s like a fluttery sensation. Maybe it’s in mummy’s head as it would be very early, but it definitely feels like you’re partying in there!!!

So on Wednesday it’s first scan time when we’ll get to see you for the first time – mummy will 12 weeks into her term, and we’ll find out exactly how many weeks old you are. A nurse will put some jelly on mummy’s tummy and roll a little plastic thing over our bump. The images from my tummy will then be transmitted onto a screen so we can see you! If there’s two of you in there, this will be the time we find out. It’s a very exciting time and we can’t wait.

So til Wednesday sleep tight and get some rest little one – you’re doing really well and we’re very proud of you for being so well-behaved xx

Time to step up…

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Well it was only a matter of time before the nerves kicked in. Until now, I’ve felt on top of the world – but today I’m feeling a teeny bit scared. Top 2 on the ‘worry-list’ are these little niggles:

1) Will I be a good mummy?

I don’t think I’m being too hard on myself here. It’s no secret to my family that when I get low, I take it to extremes. I’m a big crier and I have a few months of wallowing before I pick myself up. It worries me that with baby in tow, there’s no room for ‘strop time’ anymore; I’ll have to be a Stepford Mother whenever baby is within a 50 metre radius. So Little Miss Tantrum is going to have to grow up some! Things that usually ‘set me off’ are bad days at work, insecurities in my relationships, and money problems. Given it would be a miracle for work, family and money to co-exist happily with the occupants of the Mills household forever more, I’m bound to have to confront this head-on sooner rather than later.

All around me I see examples of motherhood; ranging from very good to very bad. I don’t want to constantly benchmark myself against ridiculously unrealistic examples but it’s virtually impossible not to worry now I’m expecting. Despite my relatively happy and secure childhood, having now seen firsthand the deterioration of my own ‘role model’ (my mum), I want to ensure I don’t repeat some of the same mistakes. I just want a healthy, happy, strong, independent and confident child who can face their problems in a rational way. If I fall to bits every time I have an issue, how can I possibly expect my child to do any differently?

I’m sure every mother-to-be worries about what sort of mother they’ll make; Will my child’s friends think I’m cool enough? Will I be always be able to provide my child with a warm home? Will my child pick up on my anxieties? These are just some of the things I’ve been panicking about since I’ve discovered the pregnancy. Whilst I realise that some of these concerns are irrational, others are absolutely justified. I just hope like mad I can stand up to the challenge and be the self-sufficient and tough mummy I need to be.

2) Will we have the support network we need?

I’ve never stayed in one place for long. I’ve lived in Reading, Chichester, Lichfield, Oxford and London. I’ve lost touch with people who were once so important to me. I’ll admit to being a little jealous when I see those from school who still maintain the same friendship groups they’ve had from school (my Craig included). My family is also scattered all over the place now, with new priorities.

I guess my main concern is that baby and I won’t have people to turn to if a disaster happens. What if Craig has an accident at work? What if he leaves me? I know you can’t prepare for every eventuality but we’ll actually be in a worse position than most because baby and I are so isolated. It’s clearly time to get organised and ensure I have money set aside for emergencies, and that my family are very involved in baby’s life from the start. Hopefully the birth of my gorgeous baby will serve to bring my family back together again and we’ll all double our efforts to spend regular time with one another.

 

This isn’t all intended to be doom and gloom. I’m just coming to terms with the realisation that things have to change and that my health, happiness and sanity are all now secondary to baby’s. It’s a frightening and exhilarating feeling, and one that keeps me up at night. I suppose I’d be a terrible mother if I didn’t think about these things, and this is simply not an option. So as the title suggests, It’s time to step up xxxx

 

 

 

 

And we’re in to double figures! 10 weeks!

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So in just a few days, we’ll be into week 11. I can’t believe how fast this pregnancy is progressing! Here’s the latest from inside my tummy…

Baby is the size of a walnut (27mm to 35mm) and weighs a massive 4 grams!

So baby’s heart is now fully formed and beating far faster than mine. I’ve been discussing old wives tales recently with other mummy’s on Facebook, and someone stated that girl baby’s heartbeats are supposed to be a teeny bit faster than boy baby’s. The general consensus from my Facebook friends seems to be that this is utter rubbish – but I’m hopeful it works. At our next scan, I’ll be asking if the heartbeat sounds fast to the technician. That’s if I haven’t already fainted in shock from finding out I’m carrying multiples. I just can’t wait to know what I’m carrying. I know some people love the surprise but I’m desperate to know.

The cartilage in baby’s skeleton is starting to ossify (turn into bone). I suspect this is a particularly crucial time then, and why I’m still considered to be in the danger zone. I’ve been a good girl taking my folic and probiotic yoghurt so hopefully the extra calcium is helping with this. As taste buds are also starting to develop on the tongue, hopefully baby is enjoying my choices. As my Craig is the world’ greatest cook, I fail to see how he or she isn’t rubbing their little tummy every night.

Mummy's eyes

Mummy's eyes

He or she also now the eye colour they’ll have at birth – this one stumped me a little as I thought all babies were born with blue eyes. As both my parents have blue eyes and Craig’s mum and dad’s are slightly different from one another – I’m thinking my genes will be dominant here. My eyes are my favourite feature so I’m really hopeful that baby will take after me. With everything else (height, hair, skin tone etc) baby will be better off with a healthy dose of Craig. Unfortunately both Craig and I have sticky outty ears so baby will be stuck with these – these are also now fully formed by the way.

Baby’s limbs are starting to stretch out in front of them too, rather than curling across the tummy. They bend at the elbows and knees, too giving baby a bigger range of movement. I’ve heard it’ll be some time before I feel any kicks and somersaults which is a little frustrating. I can’t imagine anything more lovely than feeling baby boogie whilst I’m at my desk at work!

So that’s the low-down on my gorgeous bump! I’m doing really well – already in maternity clothes so a little on the chubby side but most of the sickness has subsided. I’m still sleeping fine and I’m not too stressed at work. Baby is well insulated with plenty of fluid to protect their tiny body – the weight is sending me to the loo approximately 30 times a day!

That’s all from me today – got some ideas for some interesting posts over the next few days so keep your eyes peeled for more from us this week… lots of love everyone xxxxxxxxxxxx

10 week old embryo

10 week old embryo

 

 

Weekend update, by Daddy Cool !!!!

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This weekend we went to a baby and mother fayre to pick up some cute baby stuff for you. This gave us lots of ideas about how to make your arrival a special one. There was lots of toys and innovative things to make things easier for mummy and me, and life more comfy for you. I suspect mummy will drag me to far more shows now and your nursery will look like backstage at Dragon’s Den.

Trunkies - laughed off Dragon's Den but now a UK best seller

Trunkies - laughed off Dragon's Den but now a UK best seller

Your mummy has been on eBay again picking up some fabulous stuff for you. We collected 2 more moses baskets to lay your little head in and as we can’t decide which one to use for you, we’ll probably end up keeping them all!!!!  Your new bedroom is coming along and is stocked up with loads of stuff and is growing by the day. We have lots of booties, baby grows and little jump suits for you to look cute in.

We also had a visit to nanny and grandad’s this weekend for a lovely dinner. Mummy got to see lots of photos of daddy when he was a baby, just like you!!! Daddy was a cute baby (more cuter than mummy) so I’m hoping you take after me.

Mummy is getting bigger by the day with you inside, and we’re beginning to think you might already be playing with a sibling! As daddy’s mummy’s mummy was a twin, it’s possible that you might be one too. It’s true that mummy is going slightly mad with you inside, and I need you to hurry up and arrive so you can help me look after her!

Until next time, Daddy xx