On Wednesday we had our twenty week anomaly scan. It was a bit nerve-racking because the word ‘anomaly’ fills me with a deep dread. I can’t imagine how terrifying it must be to find out there is a problem with your baby and be powerless to do anything to help it. Thankfully, everything was fine.
I took a deep breath as I lay on the bed feeling the scanner swish through the goo on my belly. I quickly forgot my worries, because I was seeing my baby for the first time in seven weeks. It was comforting to see the strong heartbeat and watch the baby wriggle around in response to the sonographer’s prods. As each measurement taken and confirmed as being ok, I let out a little breath of relief.
Finally it came to the sex of the baby (after lots of debating we’d decided we couldn’t wait another twenty weeks). After a few minutes of checking, the sonographer said it was “very likely” to be a girl as she “couldn’t see any bits”.
A huge grin spread across my face. A girl was what we’d been hoping for to complete our family. A boy would have been loved just as much, but I know that in a couple of years time we’d have been talking about whether to try again one more time, and with that would bring the risk of another set of twins (which would mean we’d have FIVE children).
Having a girl means that unless we actually get broody again (which I can’t rule out!!!), I don’t have to go through another pregnancy, as I’ve found this one tough. I’ve had endless colds and coughs, and at twenty weeks I’m still suffering with ‘morning’ sickness and taking sleep-inducing anti sickness tablets. I’m beginning to think I’m not going to have any weeks where I’m ailment free this pregnancy to enjoy it! I’m worried that my boys have been missing out on attention, while I’ve been laying on the sofa under a blanket feeling poorly.
I really thought that carrying twins was hard work, but carrying a singleton and looking after twin toddlers tops it, for sure. I’m still waiting for the ‘blooming phase’ to start, although as somebody on my Facebook page said recently, that will probably happen when it’s blooming over.
Being pregnant is an amazing experience, and even though I feel rough I’m still loving every minute of it. But I’m looking forward to holding my baby girl in my arms, not feeling like I want to vomit all the time and having a bit more stamina to chase after my cheeky toddlers. Roll on September.