1st August 2016
This was one of the best weeks ever.
I got to go to Auckland, see my friends and see my baby? I call that a good week. The fact that it happened in one day is just that much sweeter.
I had an appointment in Auckland, so I was in the city when I got a call from my midwife. “I’ve made an appointment for you to have your ultrasound done. It’s this afternoon. Can you make it?” Um, of course I can!
A quick reshuffle of my day and I was waiting to see my little babe again. I actually got the shock of my life because I saw Lena when I walked in the door! Sometimes I forget that I actually know people in Auckland! Shock.
Long story short: Baby looked good! So good, in fact, that he (or she)
I will be announcing the sex soon! was measuring ahead. One and a half weeks ahead, in fact. My due dates got updated, but I always kept my original dates in mind in case it was just a growth spurt. As far as I was concerned, he could come any time from the first week in February.
Seeing the wee babe kicking and rolling around was the coolest thing ever. I could have watched it forever. Part of me was a bit stressed because it was a ‘screening ultrasound’ for any abnormalities and I was going by myself. I had my fingers crossed the whole time. Being pregnant is weird. You’re told that you’re pregnant by a test and medical professionals, but you don’t have any real evidence other than feeling like ass and a few (slightly blurry) photos. I just didn’t feel real until today. The baby looks like, well, a baby instead of a sea monkey (an adorable sea monkey).
This ultrasound was …hard.
I went to my first ultrasound by myself, so I knew that it wasn’t the best feeling in the world. The first time was different because my ex didn’t know that I was pregnant at the time. This time was hard because I’m carrying around a person that is half me, half him. My mind instantly jumped to all the things he was going to miss.
The first kick. Finding out the sex. Seeing my stomach grow every week. Getting all the baby stuff organised. The crazy mood swings. The baby actually arriving. Just…everything. It killed me. Some days are better than others. I was ecstatic about seeing my baby, but my mind wouldn’t stop going at a million miles an hour.
I also met my midwife for the first time this week. I really had no idea what to expect, but she is absolutely lovely. Needless to say, I am excited and glad that I have her by my side during this pregnancy.
I started thinking of names for the wee babe and I’m getting really excited for him or her to be here. I know this post is ten weeks late, but I am still searching for baby names! Feel free to send some my way. Goodness knows I need some inspiration!