Lady with a Baby

Okay, so after my freak-out that there was no baby...

There is a baby! Due to arrive on the 12th of September 2012, making me 13+2 today. My little bean was fast asleep, upside down, an angel whilst the sonographer measured everything, had a little wiggle and turned the right way up, kicking legs a little before going back to sleep. I'm so happy to know everything is okay!

Just a little disappointed that the sonographer only gave me two pictures and made no effort to make them clear just two blurry pics and sent me on my way... I got five lovely ones last time!

Anyway, should be working so shall carry on haha
xxx

Okay, so you probably think my mother murdered me...

Sorry guys, sleeping constantly means not a lot of time for blogging! I think DB is a bit fed up with me going to bed at 9 by the latest. Napping with BB does makes the days more bearable, but working until 10pm three days a week is killing me. I'm a zombie by 8 o'clock and I tend to stare at the computer screen aimlessly until somebody notices I'm not actually working....

So, my mother didn't murder me. In fact, she wasn't to bad at all! Took her a feww days to get her head around it, but she took us double pram shopping yesterday. I've had my heart set on the iCandy Peach Blossom for a few weeks, but DB wanted to see it before we made a decision. We got to the pram shop, and the sales assistant took one look at the size of BB and said it wasn't a good idea. He's a big tall baby, and the Peach Blossom seats are fairly small. My mum didn't like one baby being under the other either. Looking at my downcast face, the sales assistant said their other branch specialised in doubles. So off we went, and wondered around the other shop. I liked the Baby Jogger City Select, DB didn't. I liked the Phil & Teds Promenade, DB said it was to bulky. I'd just about given up when the lady asked if I wanted to see the Bugaboo room. Surprisingly, DB said yes. And there it was. The Bugaboo donkey. All shiny and new. I kept quiet, and let the lady answer all of DB's questions, and demonstrate the millions of things it did (she must have wanted to kill us) and DB looked very excited. He pushed it around, put BB in it and then looked to me. I knew I'd gotten my way.
We're going to put a deposit on it on payday. I want it now :(

And even better news...

Baby Bear took his first steps yesterday!!!!!!!!
He was pestering DB for a bit of his sandwich, heard me open my milkybar and took four steps over to get a bit! Of course I let him have some then!!!!! Only my son would walk for chocolate. I was a sap as well, I cried. I blame it on hormones....

My scan is on Friday. I'm slightly apprehensive, have managed to convince myself there's no baby in there. I am just excited to hear that my baby is healthy, so I can stopped worrying.

Very happy Mummy Bear
xxx

Arghh!

Just a very quick update.

So I swallowed my fear and texted my mother. (This is how I told her last time as I am too chickenshit to tell her face to face)

Only it was half an hour ago.

And she hasn't replied.

My dad did - my dad was amazing about it, said he was really happy for us :D

But my mum still hasn't...

Panicking now.

If I don't update you within a week...
She has killed me....

Telling the mother....

So my mother doesn't actually know I'm pregnant. To be fair, nobody really does! It's funny how much this pregnancy differs from the first! Last time I was shouting it from the roof... This time I'm even more frightened of telling my mother I'm having another one. After countless warnings and threats to not have another child for at least ten years. Oops! Though to be fair, I didn't actually plan to have another for at least like... three years.

I may have begged OH for a baby when I saw pictures of Facebook of pretty newborns... and joked about a small age gap...

BUT I WASN'T BLOODY SERIOUS!

But that's the way the cookie crumbles. And I'm very happy about Beany.

In fact, I got my NT scan date through, and I'm pretty buzzed. Except I'm already 9 weeks pregnant... And I haven't even told my own mother. Because she's going to shout at me.

Am I really mature enough to have two kids if I'm worried about my mother telling me off?

On the other hand, BB has got over the god-awful virus that made him a demon child. He's been STTN (despite now waking at 6.30 am like he has a bloody alarm clock) and he's less whingy. Still snotty though, and seems to have developed a liking for wiping his nose on my clothes or in my hair - nice huh? Yummy.

Thinking about hiding until Beany is here...
xxx

I Need a Week of Sleep...

OK, yeah, I suffered with the ol' first tri exhaustion last time... except I didn't have a baby to look after, a house to clean, three ten hours shifts a week, food shopping to do and a to-do list that's longer than my arm. I'm sat here, praying BB stops fighting his nap this morning so I can go back to sleep. I can't get enough of the stuff. I could happily stay in bed for a week, and I'd probably still need more.

And randomly, I got an awful case of nausea yesterday. Eight weeks into my pregnancy, thinking I'd gotten away with another pregnancy with no sickness, I got wave after wave of nausea. No actual vomiting but I think feeling sick is worse than being sick for me. I'm hoping it was because I didn't take enough food to work yesterday and I was just hungry...

BB has actually gone for a nap so I'm going to collapse for a bit.

Hoping for a miracle cure for tiredness
xxx

I'm only bloody pregnant again!

AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!

And I'm not joking, as my mother-in-law thought. After this baby is born I need some kind of super-strength, fail-safe contraception because this will be my last baby!! Part of me wants to hide in a hole and just stay there. Daddy Bear can looks after Baby Bear, I shall pop out Beany and all will be well in the world. The reality? I'm going to have an 18 month old baby and a newborn. I have to run around after a toddler, pregnant. As melancholy as I sound, I am actually happy about it. I'm fine now the initial shock has worn off. I'm just really bloody tired - to the point I want to go back to sleep pretty much after Baby Bear has gone to bed.

I had my first antenatal appointment yesterday. My GP thought it was very amusing to see me back again so soon! He put me at 6+5, which I agree with, but gave me a due date of the 15th September, just to give a few days leeway apparently... Except I make my due date the 13th. Oh well, the scan will say for sure! I'm not a huge fan of Dr Arsehole anyway, I always get the feeling he doesn't entirely know what he's doing. Last pregnancy he tried to give me Trimethoprim in the first tri, and it was me who told him I wasn't allowed it. And when I went for my six week check I was telling him about Baby Bear vomiting, and he said 'So do you think it's reflux then?' Er, I was kind of hoping you'd tell me? Being a doctor and all...

The big difference between this pregnancy and the last though is I was wishign the last pregnancy away, just wanting my baby. This one I'm hoping slows down so I can enjoy my time with BB!! I still haven't had any morning sickness, just nausea and heartburn. My boobs are sore but not unbearable, and I'm exhausted all the time. Pretty much the same as last time.

Praying BB sleeps through the time soon!!!!!
xxx

Christmas Shopping Attempt #1

What a palava!

Okay, so me and little one were up washed dressed and bags packed by 11am. Just so you know, this never happens. It takes a lot to make me get dressed before noon. Unless I have somewhere particularly important or interesting to be. But I was determined to get a bit of Christmas shopping done, other than the few odd bits I've got online.

Apparently BB had other ideas.

I walked into town, which takes half an hour, because BB had been grizzly all morning and I thought the pram might settle him. But it didn't. He moaned all the way there. As soon as I stepped into Matalan he was hysterical, sobbing and crying, real tears and everything. So I picked him up out of the pram and he seemed okay but still very withdrawn, and he was quite warm. So I put him back in the pram and walked to Boots, he screamed all the way there. Bought some teething powder, gave him a dose and sat down on a bench. I tried giving him a bottle, made him cry. Gave him a carrot puff, made him cry. So I decided it was easiest to take him home. Jumped on the bus, he was still crying. Got halfway home and he fell asleep...

Got home, and the sobbing started again, he settled after a dose of calpol and slept for two hours.
I think my little angel has some more teeth coming. Three months after the last two!!

Waiting for the next ones to pop through
xxx