Baby plum

Had a film night with the older two boys, all piled on the sofa together. They began talking about the baby, and No.1 was concerned that we were calling it ‘it’.

‘its our baby, it should have anice name, not just ‘it’.

‘Okay, what? Fred? Mungo?’

Both boys laughed.

‘No’ continued No.1 ’something nice, but not for a boy or a girl, cos we don’t know what it is yet. How about… Plum?’ (we had been looking at baby books last week to find out how big our baby was, and it was the size of a plum, a fact that he obviously liked!).

‘Plum’s great, I like it! Baby Plum!’

‘Noooo!’ said Boy. ‘This is OUR baby, and its not going to be a plum, its going to be beautiful, and needs a beautiful name. Beautiful Sky.’ the 4 year old with the heart of a poet.

‘Sky is a little girly, poppet. How about Beautiful plum?’

Both boys consider it.

‘Yes’ they nod their agreemenet. ‘thats nice.’

So beautiful plum it is. And muchos kissing Plum gets from its big brothers, too.

Don't want to jinx it but...

Tea is back on the menu, Spots have miraculously stopped appearing, I sudeenly have enough energy to do the laundry… Have i turned a corner? Am starting to actually feel better!
Had first midwife appointment on Friday – she couldn’t hear the heartbeat, but heard the placenta, and two definite kicks.
She was a bit of a nightmare, kept not listening and disagreeing with my dates (then finally admitting i was right!), and saying i didn’t need al the pamphlet bumph on breastfeeding workshops and stuff – then handing them all to me two minutes later… But still, i now have my white folder of notes, and feel ‘officially’ pregnant!

Hassle booking me in for the nuchal scan – apparently I’m ‘too late’ at gone 13 weeks, as they have no free appointments for another couple of weeks. Costs them muchos squids ot send me to another hospital, and no one had the authority to nbook an out-of-hours appointment. The mw said she’ll call me on Monday.

14 weeks - Plum moves!

In the house alone (did a stupid thing, started watching ‘Most Haunted’. Am now hiding in the office with all the lights in the house on, after creeping round shutting all the downstairs windows. Will I ever learn?).
Anyhoo, sat on my stool, all hunched over… and…
I felt the baby wriggle!
Honest!

The sonographer said the placenta was forming at the front, like it did with Jolly, so am prepared for feeling very little movement till gone 20 weeks. But if i curl up so i squish the poor child up, I can definitely feel an indignant wriggle .
Ohh, the relief. Have had a couple of bad fretting days, you know, lots of ‘what-am-I-DOING’ moments.
But now I feel all cheesy again!

Bleurgh...

Is it bedtime yet???

I’m being pathetic and pitiful, actually. I haven’t even actually been sick. Just felt queasy and tired all day.
Don’t mind me – I’ve got no right to moan

I’m heading towards the end of the 13th week now… and I feel Crappety-crap today! I have a fine batch of spots on my chin, my hair is lank, my legs are filled with some kind of slow-moving heavy metal, I’m travel sick just sitting at my puter , Its too hot in the sun, but I’m chilly inside, I can’t drink tea, the smell of coffee today offends me…