Half of my pregnancies (so far) have ended in miscarriage. Wow, written like that it is a scary fact.
So, the night before my 12-week scan for my fifth pregnancy I worried…a lot. Was this one going to be the one that tipped the balance? Would this be the first time we decided to try for a baby and not only have a smooth first trimester with no rushing to A&E and emergency scans…but also the first time I meet my baby at 12 weeks and find out all is ok?
Well, it turns out it was – seeing our baby for the first time at 12 weeks was amazing – I get now that giddy-ness that first time mums have when they have never encountered a problem in the previous 12 weeks.
The 20 week scan was also amazing – the detail in ultrasound has jumped again, just in the two years since we saw Fidget as just that – a fidget! This one was kicking itself in the head and moving all over the place. It doesn’t stop actually – so now I thinking of a nickname in the same vein at Wriggler and Fidget – maybe Squirm? Let me know what you think?
This, by far, has been the easiest pregnancy I’ve experienced – no heartburn (yet), had that from six weeks before, sleeping like the dead, and (other than a busy life with two children) things are ok.
I suspect that my old friend anaemia is around the corner though – but that isn’t unusual…
Now I am starting to think about the birth and wondering how it will be this time – my previous experiences are so different – what will happen this time…I would like less puking and general drama perhaps…but as long as I get skin to skin with my newborn, after the Mr says ‘It’s a…’ I’ll be happy. So, hopefully, the odds are in my favour for an easier pregnancy…and maybe a better delivery.