Today was the day I fell head over heels in love with my baby.
I had no idea how much this milestone was riding me but clearly it was because after staring and staring at these photos of baby girl this afternoon I have felt the floodgates in my heart just open up and let her in.
While I know that nothing is guaranteed in pregnancy – I even follow blogs of more than one mama who has had a heartbreaking late term loss – I do realise that this is statistically unlikely and it is time that I just roll with that and plan for our little girl becoming a reality for our family.
Isn’t she just beautiful? I cannot stop staring at her.
The scan today obviously went very well. Everything was perfect with little Bartina. The only blip on the radar is that my placenta is quite low again (had the same thing with Monkey). Right now it is measuring 1.6cm from my cervix (which is nice and long at 4cm and closed up tight – wooo!) so they want to have another squiz at 32 weeks. More often than not the placenta moves up when the baby grows which is how it went for us last time so I’m hoping that this is all same same and moves. I actually don’t feel at all stressed about it so that is good.
Pregnancy wise things are progressing nicely. I shaved my bikini line yesterday and THAT was a challenge that is close to becoming a pipe dream in the very near future. Crouching down near the floor is becoming uncomfortable and I still get a bit of nausea and excess saliva happening here and there so the spitting is still a bit of a thang. Posh Spice I am not.
Weight wise I’m up to a 6kg gain after some pigging out and zero exercise over Christmas but we are home from our break now and I’m back into the whole healthy eating / exercise regularly thing and feeling good. I am actually pretty happy with where things are at and think I am going to be able to manage it. My program finishes when I am at 27 weeks but I am saving all the recipes etc and will just do my best to keep it focused right until the end.
Eric and I are fighting a shite load at the moment which is driving me crazy Miss Daisy. We are just about to do renovations so that he can set up a proper office here and stay more often and the fighting is freaking me out as I wonder how we are going to handle it. Truth be told the thinking about it is probably worse than the reality is going to be so the sooner we can finalise it all the better.
He is a tough man to live with (not house trained at all) so I worry about him destroying my peace and creating extra work for me but I think when he is here more often we will shift the cleaner to weekly visits rather than fortnightly and that might save my sanity a little. He has also promised to do more things so we will see how it goes. He is GREAT at baby stuff – was brilliant at helping with Monkey – so I need to remember that. He will be a wonderful help when the baby actually comes.
Monkey will love it too. He is always asking for more family time now. Even today when Eric dropped us off and returned to work Monkey cried and said “But I want to be a family still. I want Daddy to stay with us more.” Poor little muffin.
So that’s it, folks. Just cruising along and feeling pretty damn in love with this baby girl I am growing inside of me right now. I feel love and joy and hope and promise and relief and gratefulness and thankful and aaaaaaaahhhhhh.