Bill and I are expecting a new addition to the family next year, and not a four legged hairy one this time.
On the first of May 2006, or thereabouts, little baby Allen is expected to make his or her grand entrance.
This is why Bill and I have been going around for the last month or so with great cheesy grins attached to our faces whenever we think about the little blighter that is in my womb causing me to hug the toilet practically all day. We’re just a tad thrilled, excited, nervous and terrified all at the same time. Every so often you can catch Bill doing a happy daddy dance!
Yesterday we went to see my OB GYN for the second time and this visit the doctor pronounced herself very happy with my progress as I’ve put on a perfect one and a half pounds. (I have to gain 3 lbs next month, no more, no less) I also got to lie in a very ungainly manner on the examination table with my trousers unbuttoned and jelly smeared on my tummy while the doctor searched for baby’s heartbeat.
This was nervewracking as it seemed to take a fair bit of probing before the doctor found what she was looking for, and even then I didn’t recognise it for what it was and was sure the heartbeat was not to be found.
But, no. All was well and amidst the gurgling and churning of my tummy a strong and rapid pulse could be discerned once I realised what to tune in to. Little baby Allen is chugging along at 160bpm and sounds rather like a runaway train. Of course, I then ruined everything by giggling.
Such a relief. It’s so weird at the moment, the little precious packet of life inside me barely seems real and I spent the last week so utterly eager and desperate to see the doctor again so that she could reassure me that little sproglet was still there and quite alright.
The previous visit was even more overwhelming. Then I’d only known I was pregnant for a few weeks and was certainly not expecting to be given an ultrasound exam so soon. Bill was with me when this was done and neither of us could quite express the emotions we felt when we saw sproglet for the first time, even if he/she was just a blur of black and white pixels. (This was not the usual ultrasound you see on the telly, instead of the jelly on the tummy I had to have an internal probe, I’m very proud of Bill for staying in the room with me for that and so glad he did!)
If you look at the image I’m not sure if you can make out what is baby. It was taken at 8 weeks old (though the way they determine age is odd and foetus is a little younger than that in reality) and the two little crosses are at his/her top and bottom. Baby is currently the size of a grape in this image and was measured to be 15.8mm. The little white splodge to the left is the yolk sac (I think in the next week or so the placenta should take over and the yolk sac disappear) Directly below the top crosshair, and and 2/3 of the way up the baby blob is where we could see the tiny heart was pumping away! I’m not entirely sure what the connecting line you can see between baby and yolk sac is, whether that is what will develop into the umbilical cord or not, Bill thinks I’m actually pregnant with a mouse!
I’m now twelve and a half weeks pregnant and almost out of the first trimester which is considered to be the most dangerous for the foetus, and hopefully the most uncomfortable for me. I’ve been assured that the sickness and tiredness I’ve been feeling should soon pass as with the second trimester comes a better feeling of wellbeing and a bump to prove that I’m pregnant and not just porky.
Yikes I still can’t quite believe Bill and I are going to be a mummy and daddy. Wow. (Also amusing to think that my mum is now going to be Nanna Downes!)