Special Announcement: I’m expecting…

At last I have finally got myself comfortable, laptop on lap and am able to write this post. On Monday I had my 12 week scan to confirm that the bubba we have on board is doing just fine hence allowing me to announce it on here! We are delighted that we are going to be parents again and that Beastie is going to have another sibling, be it Princess Beastie or Prince Beastie, either way we are over the moon. We are expecting our little bundle next March, so we could be looking at joint birthday parties for the Beastie’s here…

I have been relatively quiet these last few weeks as I have been feeling rough to say the least and have found my blogging mojo to have been more or less absent. That’s the problem with nausea, it takes over and leaves you feeling less than proactive, no one wants to listen to moaning do they? (or do they…) plus I couldn’t blog about it so I felt that there were quite frankly no decent subject matters that I could be bothered to write about. No one likes self pity. The difference this time is that although I still feel rather bleurgh, I can share with it you all, a problem shared is a problem halved…right? No, honestly I won’t be writing posts documenting my nausea levels every day, that would just be too much.

First time around with Beastie I found the nausea worse, this time although better it is practically impossible to get time to rest with a toddler whilst working part time as well. I have found this to be the hardest part so far along with the fact I have not been as relaxed about how the pregnancy is progressing. I am guessing this is because it was all new first time and also I was relatively naive, you simply don’t know what to expect. I also hadn’t heard as many horror stories and had tragedies happen to people close to me. I now I mustn’t think this way and I am much better now I have seen the baby with my own eyes on the scan.  These few weeks have been a minefield and I was determined not to tell people too soon, certainly at work. I had told a couple of people at work for moral support and because of the nature of my job, moving patients etc but have kept tight lipped besides this. People have had their radars switched on and some have just asked outright to which I have had to bare face lie. I’m not the best liar.

A colleague of mine this week said he had an inkling I had some news as he had noticed a change in my face (like last time) but he couldn’t properly describe what he saw. He likes to think of himself as intuitive and slightly psychic. I think he was trying to say I had a moon face! I don’t think I do…yet. Yesterday a couple of colleagues asked me if I had another baby on the way and I was pleased to be able to tell them I was. One of them only a few months ago had walked up to me and rested her hand on my tummy and asked me the same question. Of course I wasn’t then and I responded with ‘What, are you trying to say I am a bit porky or something?’ to which she seemed unfazed (she is the thick skinned type). This time she remained unfazed again and said to the other woman ‘See I told you’. They didn’t even congratulate me either the miserable old crows (both thick skinned in fact). One thing I have noticed when you become pregnant is how much people seem to think they have the right to comment, whether appropriate or not. This time however, I am ready. Of course the majority of people have been absolutely lovely and extremely supportive.

On a more positive note I am thrilled to be able to share the news about my bump here and share my second pregnancy gripes and joys! I am also very excited about the new angle it gives to my blog and what it may bring.