There’s a house inside my mummy
where my little brother grows,
or maybe it’s my little sister
no-one really knows.
We’ve been keeping a little secret in our house.
For the last 8 weeks I’ve been designated driver, tummy sucker-inner, tiptoeing round while I felt a bit green trying, not always so successfully, to hide our secret.
What feels like an eternity ago, after a very fun (and raucous) night out, I took a pregnancy test. Negative.
The next afternoon I took another one and as I watched the line slowly appear I couldn’t quite believe it.
One digital, a couple of ovulation tests, another clearblue, THEN another digital test, alongside the hCG rising blood tests and I started to finally believe that maybe. Just maybe, it was real.
And it was. One scan, then the next, and another. All showing progression, showing a little baby bean, a little baby heartbeat. Then today. The big one.
My 12 week scan
There’s always a worry that something may happen, and for me, this pregnancy journey so far has been particularly anxious. For no particular reason. Maybe because it’s my third pregnancy, maybe because I’m more aware of what could go wrong, maybe it’s because I had some bleeding this time, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Whatever the reason we’ve been holding our breath for the last 8 weeks waiting for the right moment to share our happy news with the boys.
And what better way than to take our biggest to the scan to see the “toast” inside my tummy that was actually a baby?
And then to let him tell his little brother?
New arrival – expected just in time for Christmas.