I had my dating scan last week at 13 weeks pregnant.
It was amazing to see our little Pea wriggling about, moving its arms and legs and opening its mouth. It was pretty chilled in there, so I had to cough a few times to make the little mite jump so the sonographer could get a good view. For 20 minutes hubby and I were mesmerised by the screen as we had a guided tour of my uterus and our little one. We saw its brain, its spine and its little heart fluttering away. Of course I’ve seen scan pictures before but they are nothing more than a reminder of the wonderful experience that is seeing your baby apparently happy and healthy. It was weird though. I find it really hard to connect that wriggling baby with the bulge that is already starting to form in my belly. How can it be so big and move so much when I can’t feel it at all?
At 13 weeks I’m almost in to the second trimester and now the scan is out of the way we finally feel comfortable about telling our friends. There won’t be a big Facebook announcement though (more on that later). Until this point only a handful of people have known about the Pea, which hubby and I have found really hard. We both hate lying and neither of us are very good at it.
My pregnancy journey so far
I found out I was pregnant back in November, as it happened just 2 days after I sprained my ankle at netball training (talk about the perfect excuse to take it easy), which of course meant Christmas, New Year and my Birthday booze free. Not that I’ve felt much like drinking to be honest, but I am known for liking a glass of fizz on a special occasion so my sudden preference for driving has, at the very least, aroused suspicions. For the most part we’ve laid pretty low over the festive season. Whilst I’ve not actually been sick I felt nauseous almost every day until approximately 2 weeks ago. I almost think that being sick would have made me feel better – almost. My life has been pretty much on hold over the last 2 months and I’ve spent more than too much time lying on the sofa watching cooking programmes, past episodes of Phil Spencer: Secret Agent, and reruns of Friends (about the only daytime TV I can stand).
Of course it’s been impossible to hibernate all the way through Christmas but every time we’ve seen family or friends we’ve found ourselves in the midst of those conversations about plans for the year ahead. Where are you going on holiday, or in our case, have you booked a ski trip this year, or got any big adventures planned (usually along the lines of cycling from the top to bottom of countries or running marathons)? I think we’ve fielded the questions pretty well with tales of what our plans would be if I wasn’t growing a little person, but through the careful lies we’ve both been dying to tell people that our adventure for 2016 is becoming parents.
With the relief of finally being able to come clean about the Pea (there were only so many more netball matches I could miss on the basis of what fortunately turned out to be a pretty minor ankle injury) also comes a let up in my symptoms. I am finally starting to feel more energetic. I’ve found the motivation for writing again and, this week I’ve taken baby steps towards getting back to exercise. I’m taking it easy mind you. I swam for half an hour on Sunday, only managing 20 lengths. I should probably put this in context that over the past year or so I’ve trained myself from being an almost non swimmer with a fear of being out of my depth in to someone who can swim breaststroke for a mile and actually put their head in the water. I went for my first run last night too – just over 4k and I took it very slowly. I was pleased to discover that it was nowhere near as hard as I thought it was going to be, and being active again feels amazing.
On the flip side, seeing the Pea brings with it a huge reality check. Now that it’s inside me, it’s going to come out at some point. We’ve only got 6 more months as just the 2 of us. We need to rethink the way we live in our house. How do we work out which things we need to buy – and how much do prams cost? I won’t be able to give this child back when it needs a nappy change, it’s crying, or has just been sick…
And, is it just me, or does everything I read about breast feeding make it seem even more scary than labour?
Are you pregnant too? Is this your first baby, or have you done this all before? I’d love to hear from you. Get in touch via the comments below.