The most exciting thing that happened when I hit 9 weeks was that we had our early scan booked on the Sunday. I had booked it with a new company in Wakefield called Early Days Baby Scan a few weeks prior via their Facebook page. They had been lovely and helpful via messages and I’d even driven past one day to see a relaxing, modern and friendly place. We paid a £25 deposit and another £25 on arrival. I’d never had an early scan with Little L, waiting the painstaking 12 weeks for the hospital scan but this time I really wanted one…for one (some say silly) reason, i was going to see Robbie Williams at the Etihad Stadium, standing, and I wanted peace of mind before I queued and waited and jumped about all evening to Mr Williams himself.
The morning of the scan I was really nervous, my mum even commented that I barely spoke when we dropped our son off at her house before heading into Wakey. So many thoughts go through your head:
- “What if I’ve made it up?”
- “What if I’ve miscarried?”
- “What if its twins?!”
I immediately relaxed (as much as you can when busting for the loo) when I walked into Early Days, Karen and Kathryn were professional but friendly and the room was calming so my nerves faded a little.
Whilst the scan is being done, Mum and Dad-to-be can watch everything on a flat screen TV on the wall in front of you. As she pressed into my tummy she said
“There’s your little person”
to which I responded with
“Does it have a heartbeat?”
which Kathryn confirmed it did and tears formed in my eyes. I relaxed and enjoyed the experience, listening to the heartbeat, being talked through the measurements and having a guided tour of my womb! And yes, there was only one! One, grape sized little human, kicking its legs and waving its stubby, little arms. Finally it all seemed real.
Obviously everyone is desperate to get out of the “danger zone” of the first 12 weeks and I have been no different however my dating scan at the hospital is not until I am 13 weeks – frustrating! Luckily, time does seem to be passing a little faster since the early scan and I’ve had lots of things to keep me going.
At 11 weeks, I felt like I had got a little bit of energy back but then I crashed again the week after so I think that might have been due to the busy half term I experienced:
- Wembley – we travelled down south to watch Reading V Huddersfield in the Championship Playoff Final. Little L’s first football game! I was surprised at how well I kept going on that day, probably the adrenaline of my team winning and being promoted.
- 48 hours child free in Manchester seeing my ultimate crush (I think its love) Robbie Williams. My sister and I saw him live, two nights in a row, physically it was draining but I’d never miss a RW gig.
As I entered week 12, Little L got a virus and we spent three days house bound, once again my mind wandered to how I was going to deal with two, especially if one, or both or all of us were poorly, but I don’t suppose I can spend the next 6 months worrying can i?!