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A self conscious mummy

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They warn you that motherhood brings out just about every emotion from fear, to pain, to joy, to happiness <Insert yours here>. What I wasn’t prepared for was this overwhelming sense of self-consciousness; I feel judged by everyone, all of the time.

When Dexter and I make our daily trip to Tescos Express, I can feel people staring and appraising. They’re looking at:

  • My choice of buggy; how much did it cost? Is it secondhand?
  • They’re peering in at Dexter to see how he’s dressed; is it weather appropriate? Is the sun in his eyes?
  • They are scanning the look on my face; am I glowing and refreshed? Or, is my hair out-of-place and my make-up dishevelled?

Those same people are trying to guess my age; am I one of those school-leaving, council estate, benefit reaping charlatans we all hear about on Question Time. I don’t have any issue with young mums at all but I’m a young-looking 29-year-old so have no reason to be so paranoid. This is undoubtably because I feel young, I feel inexperienced, I feel scared – and I bet every inch of that is etched across my face.

At the supermarket I feel people are peeping into my shopping basket to see what I’m buying; fatty foods are met with a look of ‘knowing’, Infacol or Calpol brings out the sympathetic nods, wine makes people stare in horror. If I buy cigarettes people look at me like I should be shot on the spot.

My health visitor recently came around and I watched every word I said; I couldn’t be too confident or she’d think I didn’t need her help (I can’t afford to miss out on her expertise as I know so little); I couldn’t be too anxious or she’d make me fill in one of her little questionnaires and before you know it we’d have social workers around every day poring over my efforts at motherhood looking for an opportunity to step in with a “Oh I wouldn’t do it like that, it’s like this”.

Even on Facebook I have to make sure Dexter is constantly seen in a positive light; “He’s sleeping so well”, “He’s’ a joy to look after”, or “He’s so handsome” – just so people can see how well I’m coping and won’t feel the need to jump in with their two pennies worth. In the same breath I’m dishing out the same advice I hate to all those pregnant mates who haven’t had the benefit of my infinite wisdom.

I think I’ve always been a little nervous and anxious – I’ve had moments in the past where I’ve been unable to get out of bed and hid away from everyone for days on end – I even missed a Christmas once when I was upset about a relationship break up I felt like a complete failure and unworthy of a Turkey meal with my family! It’s clearly something I need to get over or poor Dexter will suffer and inherit my lack of confidence.

In reality I pass only 2 or 3 people on those supermarket trips and they aren’t at all bothered about me or my son. The health visitor is probably desperate to get out of my house so she can move onto the next mummy who isn’t afraid to admit she needs some support. My Facebook pals have probably got fed up of hearing about Dexter every 5 minutes and opted out of viewing my updates on their timeline. We’re simply a mother and son and are going to make the same mistakes as every one else in the world.

I have no reason at all to be so worried and know how ridiculous all this self doubt sounds. Everyone I meet tells me how fabulously smiley he is. The doctors and health visitors have been positive about every weigh-in and head measurement. He actually seems a little bit beyond all the major developmental milestones cited on mother and baby websites! Best of all, I know he loves me and trusts me and I know there is nothing I could do better as a mum than I do already.

So maybe this is just how everyone feels. I wouldn’t be a good mother if I didn’t worry! That said, at the end of a long day spent pretending to be the Stepford Mum, I always look forward to the solitude of my home, with my Craig and my Dexter – It’s less scary here!

 

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Week 1 Highlights – From hospital to home to Tesco’s…

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Day One was spent in the hospital with mummy and daddy. We were on a recovery ward at the Royal Berkshire Hospital (The Marsh Ward) where there were lots of other mums who had been through cesarean deliveries. We had a spot right by the window overlooking a school on Craven Road. The visiting hours on the ward were 9am-1pm (for Daddy only) and 3pm-9pm (Daddy + everyone else) so the first few moments were spent snuggling with us. Shortly afterwards we began ‘attempting’ to breastfeed you – and what a mission this was!

At 3pm your uncle Dan came round to see you. He was later followed by granddad Dean, then nanny Lynne and aunty Louise. They all posed for photos and had lots of cuddles with you. All too soon was mummy was left alone with you for what was to be a very uncomfortable night in the hospital. Mummy couldn’t sleep as she was concerned you were hungry so stayed up chatting to you, changing a ton of dirty nappies, and trying to encourage you to feed. You cried lots and wanted to be held the entire night. Mummy was in considerable discomfort due to the stitches in her tummy so it was a very long night for the both of us.

Chilling at the hospital

Chilling at the hospital

By Day Two mummy had decided she wanted to be at home with you and daddy. She set about trying to convince the nurses she was okay to be discharged. As you’ll soon find out, when mummy wants something she’s very sneaky and very persistent. She made a point of taking a long shower on her own to show her mobility was good, joked to every midwife who came within 2 feet of her, and went for lots of walks in the hospital grounds.

By early afternoon we were the talk of the ward. The other mums were amazed at how many times I got out of bed, the nurses were whispering about how well mummy was coping, and mummy and daddy had already began making preparations to get you ready for the journey home. The midwife’s tried their best to convince me to stay, but by 9pm we had convinced them to let us go.

By 10.30pm we were home. Daddy had work the next day so went straight to bed, mummy spent the night cuddling you, feeding you and chatting to you – you were fairly disoriented so there was lots of crying. Billy the cat spent a few hours eyeing you up from his vantage point on the fridge / freezer. Occasionally he wandered over for a closer look but he soon gave up when mummy told him off.

Day Three was a quiet time with mummy and daddy and close family – you had your first ever bath and we began to settle into a routine. Mummy and daddy spent the entire day staring at you and talking about how beautiful you were. We started talking about names… we liked 2 of these; Dexter and Jake. As we simply couldn’t decide between them, we decided to trial Dex for 2 days, then Jake to see what stuck. We also asked our friends if they had any newspapers from the day of your birth to pop in a memory box for you.

In the early afternoon daddy’s family popped around to see you (and nanny Jayne for a short while). Aunty Sam had lots of clothes left over from when she was expecting Bella. As your cousin Bella was such a big baby she couldn’t fit into many of the clothes Sam had bought – this meant lots of freebies for you!

Day Four was an emotional day. Mummy and Daddy took you out for your first ever outing! Don’t get excited – we only went to Tesco’s but it was a big deal as it allowed us to test your new pram and show you a little more of the world. You looked so perfect in your little pushchair and absolutely tiny – lots of people stopped to stare at you and remarked how ‘cute’ you were. You didn’t wake up for the entire outing so didn’t see much… mummy plans on taking you out for lots of walks soon so hopefully next time will be more fun.

In your car seat ready for your first day trip

In your car seat ready for your first day trip

Mummy’s friend Paul popped over on Day 5 to give you some presents and have a hold. The midwife also popped round to give you a heel prick test and take off the dressings from mummy’s tummy. More visits on Day 6 as mummy’s friend from school Rachel (and her cute daughter Brooke) came over to see you. They bought you a gorgeous little pair of booties that should fit your tiny feet a few months from now. Nanny Lynne also popped round again with some little vest tops for you.

That brings us neatly to today. You’ll be surprised to learn we’re no further with picking your name and you’re no further forward in settling down at night. Mummy has had just a few hours sleep since you’ve come into her life but she still loves you (and daddy) more than anything or anyone else on the planet and is looking forward to spending her life trying to make you both happy,

Your Dramatic Entrance!

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Here follows a mini timeline of your birth:

12:30pm (15th May 2012)

Mummy arrived at Reading town centre as she had a photo shoot at work at 2pm. Mummy was in a bit of a strop as she didn’t feel like having her picture taken and thought she looked hideous. The plan was to get her hair cut before the shoot so she got into town early. On the way to the hairdressers she popped into to see her best mate Paul Smith at his work (Goldsmiths Jewelers) with a belated birthday pressie.

1.00pm

Mummy got her hair cut at SuperCuts (a ‘cheap’ hairdressers in the Oracle – the only place that would see her at such short notice). The hairdresser was a very camp Thai guy so mummy was chatting and beginning to relax into the day.

2.00pm

The photo shoot! Mummy was having pictures taken for the re-launch of her work website. She wasn’t overly impressed with the photo but hey, she was 8.5 months pregnant and tired. She over stayed her welcome afterwards for some cuddles and a good old gossip with the girls (Charley, Charlotte, Nic, Nikki and Laura).

4.30pm

Daddy picked up mummy and they went food shopping at Tesco’s. You’ll soon find out that shopping with Daddy is a royal pain in the butt; he likes to ‘browse’ the aisles and spends AGES comparing the prices of everything. Mummy was beginning to feel you wriggle about and thought she felt the first twinges of you getting ready for birth. She was so excited she posted about this on Facebook.

7.00pm – 10.00pm

You were wriggling away and mummy was feeling a little uncomfortable whilst she was watching the telly.

10.00pm

Mummy went to bed – she wanted to lay straight as she had a few mini cramps. She wouldn’t feel you again for a few hours.

12.00am (16th May 2012)

Daddy had come to bed around 11pm and wanted to get his head down for work the next day. Mummy wasn’t tired and her mind was racing with thoughts of you so she went to watch a film in the living room (Four Brothers).

12.15am

Mummy felt some water between her legs and thought her waters had broken. She felt down between her legs and felt she was soaked right through. When she lifted her hand up she saw it was bright red with blood. Mummy panicked BIG TIME and shouted to Daddy to help her. She was running throughout the flat and shaking as she thought it was bad and you might be in trouble. Daddy and mummy rang the hospital and they called an ambulance.

12.30am

The ambulance came and took mummy to the maternity ward at the Royal Berkshire Hospital. Daddy followed behind in the van. The ambulance men were very nice and told mummy not to panic.

12:45pm

Mummy was taken on a hospital trolley to the maternity ward. They strapped her straight into a machine so she (and they) could hear your heartbeat through her tummy – mummy cried because she was so relieved you were okay. The nurses then felt her tummy and tried to work out whereabouts you were inside of her. There had been some problems with your positioning throughout the pregnancy; at 36 weeks you were upside down with your tiny feet pointing downwards. In order to give birth safely you had to be the other way around so the doctors had massaged mummy’s tummy to get you the right way up. The nurses wanted to make sure you hadn’t been cheeky and pushed yourself back into the ‘naughty’ position or she’d have to have a Caesarean section (where they cut you out of mummy’s tummy – Daddy calls this “coming out through the sunroof”). A scan determined you were still head down (Yayyy!) so they thought you would be okay.

3.15pm

After a consultation with the doctor,  they thought you were doing well but were still worried about mummy’s bleeding. They took her to another room to strap her up to a monitor which would continuously track your heartbeat and mummy’s. Both mummy and daddy were very tired so tried to get some sleep. At this stage both mummy and daddy suspected the nurses would send us all home as mummy’s bleeding was much better.

4.00pm

Mummy needed a wee so got up to use the toilet. When she did, there was lots more blood and mummy began to cry. The doctors were called in and a decision was made to deliver you straight away. This meant mummy had to have a Caesarean section after all. The next few hours were chaotic as mummy had to sign lots of forms to consent to the operation. Mummy was scared but also secretly happy as she was scared to go home.

5.15pm

Mummy and daddy went to the operating room. Daddy had to wear scrubs so looked like a doctor. Mummy had to wear a special gown and had to be numbed from the chest down so the doctors could get you safely out without mummy feeling anything. Mummy’s memory is pretty hazy from here as she was very scared and anxious. Needless to say – the operation began. One day, when you are older, daddy will talk you through it as mummy has largely blocked it out.

5.51am

YOU WERE BORN… 38 weeks – 5lbs 14 (16th May 2012 @5.51am)

 

The legend himself – our tiny miracle xx

Week 19 – 21

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Catch up cont’ed…
Week 19 – the 2nd trimester!
Your vital stats: 6.5″ / 225-250g
At this stage, all of your development can be checked on an ultrasound scan including your brain, spine, stomach, bladder, kidneys, hands and feet (as you know – mum has already done this and you’re perfect in every way). If the books are right, you got a little more devious this week and started performing new tricks. As more of your nerves became covered in fatty ‘myelin’, the nervous system started to work more quickly and efficiently (myelin helps impulses flow smoothly along the nerve cells). As a result your movements may well have become stronger and more complex. You may have tried to grasp the umbilical cord or even sit cross-legged! Keep this up please as I really want daddy to feel you move soon.

The part of the brain that governs the senses developed greatly this week too. In fact, you may have started reacting more strongly to different tastes, touches and sounds. Although I can’t say for certain if you are at this stage yet, the books give a few examples… “Your baby may stop sucking if a bitter taste in the amniotic fluid is sensed… or kick vigorously if prodded through your bump”. I can tell you it’s true that you seem to calm down when daddy strokes you. I’m not sure how his touch differs to mine but I guess his hands are warmer and bigger. It’s this that usually settles you back to sleep after you’ve woken mummy in the night.

Apparantly braxton hicks can start any time from here on in (practice contractions)! That’s a little worrying!

Week 19
Week 19
Week 20 – Halfway there!
Your vital stats: 7″ / 310g
This was the week of our scan (see last post) so no pics needed as yours is the most perfect one on the web right now!
From here on in, your growth began to slow to allow for your lungs, digestive and immune system to mature. From a development point of view… your permanent teeth began growing behind your milk teeth, you can now recognise mummy’s incessant whining, and you started producing meconium (less said, the better I reckon as this is your poo). The nerve cells serving each of the senses began to develop ito the particular areas of the brain. The increase in number of nerve cells slowed but the complex connections required for the development of memory and thinking funtions began to form.
Other than that – the news is pretty scant to be honest!
Week 21
Your vital stats: 9″ / 350g
Although the umbilical cord is still your main source of nutrients, something new happened this week and your deveoping digestive system allowed small amounts of sugar to be absorbed from the amniotic fluid you regularly swallow (about 500ml in a 24 hour period). Also, although your red blood cells were most commonly produced by the liver and spleen, your bone marrow began to help with this too this week – all good news for when you enter our world.
Your heartbeat is also banging away now. A midwife no longer needs a doppler and you can you hear your heartbeat using a stethoscope. Your heartbeat is currently between 120-140 beats per minute – much faster than mine!
Again this seems to be a slow week so not a whole lot to report.
21 weeks!!!
21 weeks!!!
So there we are – all caught up. This has been an epic post so time to sign off and have a cuddle with Daddy. I promise to write some more this week xx

What a neglectful blogger I am!

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The last update on progress we had was week 15! That means I’m 6 weeks behind! Here’s a mini summary based on email reports from Emma’s Diary, SMA, Cow & GateBounty and Huggies

Week 16

Your vital stats: 4.5″ / 80g

Your tiny arms and legs completed forming and began retaining calcium (ossifying). Your nervous system also beganoperating and your muscles started to respond to stimulation / messages sent from your brain (cerebral cortex). This means you have some control now over your movements (so next time mummy begs you to stop wriggling when she’s trying to sleep – pack it in). We’ve seen some evidence of your gymnastic skills on our last scan already so you’re clearly a happy boy in there!

Week 17

Your vital stats: 5″ (9″ if you could stretch out)/ 100g

You grew to the size of a small melon this week and entered another growth spurt. Your skeleton continued to harden from rubbery cartilage to bone, and brown fat (adipose tissue) surrounded your tiny frame. This brown fat is crucial for body heat generation so it’s not that you’re a porky baby! These fat deposits will make up about 3/4 of your total bodyweight at birth.

My umbilical cord (your lifeline to the placenta) thickened and strengthened a great deal this week also as you’re demanding more sustenance from me. In fact, it’s almost the same size as you at this moment and contains thousands of weeney blood vessels to provide you with the oxygen you need to keep growing (you’ll overtake this in the next few weeks but I bet it was slightly cramped in there for a while). A layer of protective myelin also formed around your spine to keep your shape, and your intestines began to function on their own. On a less scientific note, you grew your eyebrows xx

You grew much more responsive to sound and mummy can testify to this; She felt you vibrating in the cinema this week (it’s okay, we watched Iron Lady which was boring so you didn’t ruin the film). Mummy also got a little more unstable on her feet and has to be careful when she stands up from sitting on her bum. Daddy pulls mummy up now to stop her crushing you (this is because the uterus is now level with my belly button). Luckily there’s been no sign of the dark patches on my face that some books predicted – a few new spots though which mummy is none too pleased about.

Here’s a 3D image of another baby (just like you) at week 17.

Week 17 3D Ultrasound

Week 17 3D Ultrasound

Week 18

Your vital stats: 6″ / 200g

At this point you still had a fair bit of room to play in and kept on rolling around. Books say this was your most active phase but your were too tiny for mummy to feel it. Perhaps the most amazing thing this week is that your ‘boy bits’ formed (well… your prostrate gland)! When you eventually get around to reading this you’ll want to kill me – but in 16 or so years time you’ll be thanking week 18!

You retinas became more responsive to light also so you’re now vaguely aware of the difference between daylight and night time (although mummy isn’t quite sure you have this nailed yet). Some books say you’re now settling into a routine – I sincerely hope this isn’t true! Daddy bought mummy a special pillow right about now. This moulds to mummy’s tummy to protect me rolling on you. Although this helps, mummy wakes up around 4 times a night still from shooting pain. I’m hoping this isn’t too indicative of your routine in a few months time!

Inside your lungs, tiny air sacs called alveoli began developing. Your fingerprints also began to appear on your finger pads and vernix (a white waxy covering) formed on your deicate skin to protect it. More amazingly, your eyes began to move beneath your eyelids. Your ears also moved into position and began to stick out (oh dear! Daddy has big ones so let’s hope yours are more like mine). This little fact made me well up a little – you began to go through the motions of crying but no one can hear you as you have no real air to breathe… aww – how cute. You can also yawn and frown now xx

Another 3D imaging scan - week 18

Another 3D imaging scan - week 18

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.

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