Yep! You see it correctly, its not a food baby nor is it an ultrasound of all the poo on my stomach (usually is). It is a fully beating heart, two arms and two legs kicking around and a face full of mine and john’s features. It comes with much anticipation, a hell of a lot of paranoia and a sea full of tears that I can finally announce we are expecting our first child! I have vomited my way through the first trimester and still with much worry we can actually take a breath of relief and tell the world I am expecting again!
Now everyone keeps telling me that you blossom throughout pregnancy, that your hair and skin glows and you feel amazing. Well I can tell you that the person who said that is a f**king liar. I have been sick for 12 weeks straight, managing only jelly and ginger biscuits until I finally thought f*ck it, its coming back up, may aswell enjoy it as it goes down and started eating normal meals and accepting the fate of seeing it again in half an hours time. Also have come to discover that despite surgery I still manage to choke on a bloody regurgitated chip and experience explosive diarrhoea at the same time so that’s been joyful…
At 6 weeks we had another scare, I self referred myself to the EPU and in true Alison Dawson fashion, demanded I be seen and have a scan. They gave me a scan on the following Tuesday which showed a beating heart, although we were relieved, it had only been 12 months prior we had seen the same thing and so we were still very stressed. My scan showed a bleeding on my womb and once again went home in tears expecting the worst to follow in a few weeks time.
But no further blood came, I continued being sick and developed superhuman sense of smell. I felt like daredevil, (despite the main feature of being blind haha, although I have got horrific eyesight and cant see without my glasses so just go with it) walking around able to smell every single thing someone had eaten that day or pick out ingredients in a meal like the mouse from ratatouille. But as great as it sounds, trying to do the food shop when you can smell the milk from the back of the supermarket and the shit in a babies nappy three aisles off did nothing for my sickness. So we booked a private scan with the recommendation from a friend to find out exactly how everything was progressing.
The place we went to was peek-a-baby and they were great, we were so nervous seen as the last scan showed a bleed and just hoped for the best. But the minute she put the probe thing (whatever its called) on my stomach we saw a big dark sac with a moving baby inside. Our baby was kicking furiously and their heart was beating rapidly, I couldn’t even take my eyes away from the screen to look at john cause I just wanted to watch every second but I think I fractured his fingers from squeezing it.
We have since had another scan to confirm that everything is okay, and our baby is developing great, kicking and moving around and continuing to make me feel like i’ve been run down by a dustbin lorry.
I don’t want to go into a major long pregnancy post as ill have many of them coming up I’m sure, but with great excitement I announce Baby Bathgate, due July 2018.