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We’re halfway through!!!!!!!!!

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We had our mid-term scan this week which was great. Baby had grown so much. I saw a beautiful face and lovely nudey body stretching and rolling. It’s amazing I can’t feel these movements more given baby seems to never stay still! I was a little disappointed that this scan was over so quickly. Typical Gemma asked question after question in an attempt to prolong the experience, but the nurse wasn’t having any of it. She was pleasant, but very ‘business as usual’ – not a patch on Doreen who did our 12 week scan (coincidentally – she passed her exams and is now a fully fledged sonographer – I’m delighted for 2 reasons; it’s nice when people succeed, it means her readings are more likely to be accurate!).

We were always going to discover the sex. I completely understand why some people choose to keep this as a surprise, but for us it was never in doubt. So we’re having a gorgeous and perfect little boy! I was secretly pleased as I suspected this all along; to have discovered otherwise would have thrown me completely! So now it’s struggling with names! What was once a list that comprised of a single name (‘Jake’) has now grown to 12 and counting! We’ve got some gorgeous ones, but none that have stuck and we call baby something new every week! It has to be cute enough for a baby, but ‘adult’ enough for a young man; unique enough to ensure there are no other same-named children in his school classes, but not ridiculous; not stolen from a friend, but not made up… so much to consider and such a MASSIVE responsibility.

So here he is – the latest Millsy, the most perfect little man in the world, and most important person in my life xxx

 

Introducing my Little Man xx

Introducing my Little Man xx

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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.

So I used to have an arm…

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So I mentioned I was having a blood test in my last post. These are just routine bloods for my midwife. Luckily Western Elms has a blood clinic which is great as it saves trekking to the hospital for what is, after all, a 5 minute appointment. I’ve had LOADS of blood tests in the last few months as Craig had been concerned about my lack of appetite and how it might affect our chances of conceiving. I must have given 8 pints of blood in our quest for answers. Turns out I conceived easily and my lack of appetite was down to the fact I hated the taste of my own cooking. Never the less the battery of tests has prepared me beautifully for the trials of pregnancy so I won’t moan.

So with blood tests, I usually bruise a little but am otherwise okay…… until now. This time I was running slightly late. As I haven’t confided to work about my pregnancy yet, I’ve been covertly fitting in appointments around work commitments and this time I only had a tiny window to get to the doctors and back. As I was 10 minutes late for the test, I was already apologising and shrugging off my cardigan as I entered the nurse’s office. Expecting to see the usual nurse (spitting image of Heather from Eastenders), I was shocked to see she had been joined by a new guy. Heather’s friend turned out to be Ben, a student doctor gaining some work experience, Although he looked about 10, I figured he had to learn how to operate a syringe at some point so agreed to him taking the blood.

NEVER AGAIN. My arm was literally caked in blood after the 8 vials had been taken. The “sharp scratch” turned out to be a nasty shock. The tourniquet fell off mid way through and as Ben went to catch it, the needle fell out. My vein was a mini fountain spurting blood at the wall. I was too polite to tell him to stop so let him carry on but it really hurt. By the end of the day I was feeling really faint, and Craig said I had turned white.

Okay, I might be exaggerating slightly. This is a blood test and I’m sure the labour in 7 months will be ten times worse, but this was truly painful. I’m left looking like a victim of domestic abuse and I’ll have to cover it up at work. Check out this for a bruise!

Mummy's arm

Mummy's arm

So… we went to the midwife!

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So it all gets a little more real from here! Today was midwife appointment #1, the first in what looks to be a pretty exhaustive list of appointments in the next 7 (and a bit) months. As it’s only my second day at work, it was a bit of a lunchtime rush to get there on time. Craig picked me up outside work and we rushed through unusually busy traffic to Western Elms Surgery.

Western Elm Surgery, Reading
Western Elms Surgery, Reading

Amazingly my blood pressure was spot on for once! Considering the last few appointments have given erratic results (one week very low, the next very high), it was good to see the pregnancy hasn’t had any adverse effect. She passed no comment on my weight either so I guess she has no major concerns about this. The rest of the appointment was the general do’s and don’ts that we were already familiar with due to our own research.

Next on the list are blood tests on Friday afternoon, then a call to the hospital to book in my 11-13 week scan! REALLY looking forward to this as we’ll actually get to see our little one for the first time. People have told me it becomes far more real after this and I can’t wait. Unfortunately I also have to change doctor’s surgery as Craig and I have moved out of the catchment area for Western Elms. I was really disappointed about this as I’ve been really pleased with them. Appointments are quick and easy, someone always answers the phone, and I really liked Kirstie. I want to do this as soon as possible as it’ll be far easier to get to Tilehurst and register me, than struggle with a pram on the bus in 9 months and try to register me and baby. I also want to meet midwife #2 early so I can get to know her before the appointments come in thick and fast.

I guess the funniest thing to come out of this session was the urine test. Because I forgot to bring a sample to the appointment, I had to provide one before I left. As I’m pregnant, it’s not hard to pee on cue so I thought this would be a breeze. I was handed a little pot and a syringe and off I went. I didn’t give too much thought to the syringe bit until I read the instructions. The idea was to pee in the pot, then suck into the syringe tube for transporting to the hospital. Simple? Oh no. I literally couldn’t work it out. I had to leave my pee in the cubicle and get Craig to help. So Craig entered the toilet (luckily pee was still in situ) and joined the party. As I didn’t want to be interrupted transferring said wee from one pot to another, I locked the door and we tried to follow the Ikea style instructions. I’m sure anyone passing that toilet must have heard us giggling, especially when we squirted it everywhere trying to snap off the plunger bit.

Saved from William Mills
Saved from William Mills

In other news… the new job is going great. I’m really enjoying it and love the people I work with. I don’t seem to be suffering from any nerves there which is lovely – and owed perhaps in part to the fact I’m carrying baby; it’s something I have to be good at for his or her sake.

The new house is also going great. Billy is settling in well and caught us 2 mice yesterday as a moving in present; one sadly died, the other made it out alive thanks to Craig’s shoe. We have sat him down now and asked him nicely to bring us gifts in the early evening, and not 4am as it literally woke us both up this morning!

Right – I’m off to get in an early night as, between the pregnancy and the new job, I’m dead on my feet. Seeing Paul tomorrow to bribe him into doing a quick post at the end of the week to keep everyone updated.

Gems xxxxxxxxxxxx