18 Weeks


So I’ve not had the chance to do it week by week or talk about it in stages like I imagined I could of when blogging about the next pregnancy. It’s kinda gone down the same route as the previous pregnancy with busts of posts about trips to A&E, consultant appointments, running woes, bleeding, fatigue… That fatigue being something which has thankfully not been around this week, I dont know if it’s because I’m back on the sickness meds or if 18 weeks was the week that the tiredness decided to subsided. Maybe it could be another chance at trying to come off the meds to see the sickness has also gone, but then I guess a few more weeks won’t hurt.

I’ve been thinking about the fact we took the dive and decided to become pregnant again, as I read back through my old blog posts I talk about how I was so very afraid of becoming pregnant again but how I knew we would add to our family one day. Reading this one ‘thinking about that third baby‘ makes me laugh as I talked about how we would probably leave it three years again as the ultimate age gap as it worked so well for us before. Of course, we didn’t, we’re gone for a two year age gap. And it’s amazing what a difference that year will make, whereas before we had a child out of his pram and out of nappies, we’re going to have a child still needed a pram and very much still in nappies. I’m excited about it though, experiencing the whole ‘2 under 2’.

Just a week ago the man felt the baby kick for the first time; this was a magical moment for us both. Her timing was brilliant, was during the England football match and right before they had an own goal scored for them. That morning I felt her kick myself from the outside so knew when I felt her kicking that evening that placing Daddy’s hand on bump, he too would feel it. She’s since gone on to make this a habit in the evenings; I guess it’s the one time where I’m relaxed and able to notice her movements more.

Healthwise all has been well unless you count that awful evening where I got to experience heartburn for the first time. Like ouch, not an experience I was to go through again so am praying that it was a one-off and it won’t come back. Here’s hoping anyway!