What To Expect Whether Or Not You’re Expecting.

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I’ve been a little rubbish with writing posts recently. With the tiredness of pregnancy plus the recurring headaches & migraines I seem to be getting, my new love of face painting and general busy life, getting time to write seems to have shortened to practically nothing.

This post has been on my mind the last few weeks. Inspired by the experiences I seem to be having daily and also the unfortunate experiences my lovely friend has had.

The general theme comes down to one thing…members of the human race not thinking before speaking. Something which happens quite a lot in general, I assume, but that I notice so much more when I’m pregnant.

You may or may not know that I am 27 weeks pregnant with our second child. I can’t complain overall and I know I’m incredibly lucky to be expecting a second child but this one has definitely been more difficult that the first and I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever!


When pregnant with my son I always said I needed a t-shirt to wear with the answers to the questions that I regular get asked, sometimes daily.

“Due in June

It’s a boy.

Craving diary.”

This time round it’s much the same and the most common question I get is

“How far along are you?”

Or alternatively,

“When are you due?”

These are questions that I’m completely fine with, it’s the response when I answer that I’m never sure how to take. Usually a wide eyed facial expression, an expression of shock. In fact, the first time it happened was the lady serving me in Matalan who just openly said

“Oh you’re big then!”.

I wasn’t even 20 weeks and had felt bloated and big from day dot so the last thing I needed was some stranger (whose job is supposed to be customer service!) telling me how big I am.


Left: 20 weeks pregnant with first baby. Right: 20 weeks pregnant with second baby

Other responses are:

“Oh, still quite a while to go!”

“Wow, are you sure it’s not twins?!”

“Must be a big baby!”

Quite honestly, given that I ache, I can’t get comfy on a night, my tummy feels uncomfortable and I regularly want to chop my head off with the pain it’s causing, calling me “big/huge” isn’t going to do anything other than make me want to punch them in the face.

With all these experiences recently it got me wondering…

Why, the hell, do people think they can stay anything to a pregnant lady and it be okay?!

My best friend, whom I wrote a post about, was called “colossal” by a mutual colleague. I mean, seriously, when is it ever okay to call anyone, let alone a female…a pregnant female that? I told him as much and he had learnt his lesson – ha ha!


The whole “Are you sure it’s not twins?” question really infuriates me! Technological advances mean that multiple births are not a shock anymore, that person is basically finding another way of saying “You’re huge.” and I have to bite my tongue not to with a sarcastic, witty comment about their appearance.


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Crazily (and unsurprisingly this has never happened to me) you also get those women that are lovely and petit (whilst I have been called lovely, I’ve never been called petit…in fact, baby elephant might be more appropriate). These ladies have a neat, little bump and yet AGAIN, people feel the need to comment!!!! “Are you sure baby is big enough?”, Are you eating enough?”, “Where’s your bump?” Apparently the pregnant woman of the modern age can’t win with regard to bump size.

I said that the beginning of this post that it was also inspired by a friend of mine but has, unfortunately, experienced people not thinking before they speak far too regularly recently. This wonderful lady is part of my “mum friends” and one of the great women I met through my NCT course when I was pregnant with my son. She has two beautiful girls, aged 3 and 1, and has been upset by people asking her if she’s “expecting” SEVEN TIMES over the last month or so. Having been on the end of this question when not pregnant, I know how it feels so to be asked, but that many times? Well quite frankly I wonder how she’s not snapped at someone yet!

Let me tell you that my friend does not look pregnant. This is not me being biased, I like to think that our NCT bunch have a friendship based on honesty (as well as babies, poop, tantrums and sick) and we would tell each other the truth. Yes, her body isn’t the same as it was 5 years ago but whose is after two pregnancies, two births and two lots of exclusive breast feeding like my friend has? It may not be the same body but there is no baby bump! Alternatively, what if there was but she wasn’t ready to announce it? (Not the case in this situation but could be for others). Hilariously, the suggestion in our WhatsApp group was to respond with…

“Are you expecting a punch in the mouth?”

I WISH she would say if it happens again, but my friend is too kind for such responses.


This post has ended up being a bit of a rant but one I won’t apologise for. I feel strongly about the fact that people seem to think it’s okay to say whatever they like to pregnant woman and some members of society still feel it’s okay to ask if someone is expecting a child. If a couple of people read this post and actually think before those words pop out of their mouth, then I have done my job and will be happy.

So what about you? I’d love to hear your experiences of people saying inappropriate things to you! Did you have any witty responses? What question really gets on your wick?

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Pregnancy Diaries – Anomaly Scan

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As the 1st day of August began, the first appointment of the month was a rather important one, the Anomaly scan for our second child. It’s an exciting appointment, getting to see our tiny human again and (if you want to) finding out the gender of that human. It’s also a nerve wracking appointment, as the sonographer checks that your baby is growing well and developing as he/she should.


Our appointment was at 8am! The first appointment of the day. Lucky as we (hopefully) wouldn’t be waiting around too long but we also have a three year old. In the three years that he has been in our lives, I don’t think we’ve ever all got out of the house before 9am so that was the first challenge! We succeeded and were waiting outside the hospital as my sister and niece ran towards us, just in time. They were coming to sit with Little L while we were doing the important bits, then they would all come in after.

There was no doubt that we would be finding out the sex of the baby. We found out with our son. Everyone says “Aww is it because you want to buy pink/blue or decorate the nursery in pink/blue”. Nope, I’m not a “pink or blue” kinda girl, it’s literally just because I don’t do surprises! I would be a nightmare for all concerned if I didn’t know the sex for 9 months!

When pregnant with my first child, everyone asked “Do you want a girl or a boy?” and now with my second and already having a son, I get asked “Do you want a girl this time?” Is there ever a correct answer to these questions? I don’t think so but I assume that there are few people that don’t have any kind of preference, even if it’s a 45/55% split. It’s controversial isn’t it? Preferring a boy over a girl or vice versa, surely we should all just want healthy babies and we do, but human nature makes us lean one way most of the time.

Since finding out I was pregnant in April this year, I decided that I would have another boy. I didn’t know why, I just saw myself with two boys. This doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t have liked a girl. My son, L, encourages the boyish side of me – football, cars etc but I have a Disney princess side that would be lovely to indulge in. My biggest fear was that I would feel sh*t about my reaction when I was told the sex of my baby so I went with the feeling of having another boy so that it would be a lovely surprise if it was a girl and I would be happy if it was a boy.

The scan itself went fairly well. Given the early morning appointment, I had only had a granola bar for my breakfast and baby was pretty sleepy making it difficult for the sonographer to see everything but she got there eventually…even if she did write “difficult scan” on my notes! Ha ha! Baby Roversi No2 is growing and developing well and has all its limbs. I also found out from the scan that I have an anterior placenta which explained why I hadn’t felt many movements up until that point. I rang my midwife after just to check it wouldn’t cause any major issues and that I would feel kicks eventually and she put my mind at rest.

I’d asked the lady not to tell us the gender until my son, sister and niece were also in the room so when they came in we were all very excited. She was great at pointing out all the bits of Little L’s new sibling and he seemed quite interested in it all. I suppose what you really want to know is – baby brother or baby sister? 🙂






Crazy eh? Two weeks on from the scan I’m still struggling to believe it! I think I did such a good job of convincing myself that it was a boy that now I can’t get that it’s a girl in my head. I cried when she told us, tears of happiness. I’m paying for another scan this afternoon, so my mum can come as she was unable to attend the hospital appointment, I think if they tell me that its a girl then, I will actually believe it. I have the most unconventional family that it seems very ironic that my husband and I have created the stereotypical family – ha ha! We’re both really happy. Our son will be a fantastic and loving big brother, not all the time I’m sure…I’m not deluded!

Here’s the little love:




Arching her back

Did you find out the sex of your babies? Did you get that same question and have a preference that you didn’t want to admit? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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A Colourful New Venture


Last month, Little L and I visited Ossett Gala and, as with most events like these, my son spied the Face Painters and proceeded to nag me while I proceeded to use it as a bargaining tool for him to behave whilst we were there.

This event benefitted me in two ways:
A) I became a little famous as my picture was in the Wakefield Express, our local newspaper – winner!
B) I saw the brilliant work of Donna’s Face Painting.

Funnily enough, only a few weeks before I’d seen a post on Facebook about her face painting classes and wondered whether it was something I could try my hand at. A fellow Wakefield blogger, Colley’s Wobbles, had commented on it and I asked if she fancied it to which she responded that she had already done it and I should too. After seeing the beautiful designs from Ossett Gala (compared with another Face Painter there whose designs seemed somewhat basic) I thought back to my New Years Resolution – “Learn a new skill”. Before I knew it, I was signed up and I paid my deposit!

In the weeks leading up to the course, I started to feel a little nervous! I wasn’t the best artist. Mrs Garden, my GCSE art teacher, had continuously told me this fact during the two years I studied Art at secondary school. She was surprised as I was when I scraped a C on results day. What if I made a complete fool of myself on the course? However by the time the weekend before arrived I was actually really excited about my new venture into Face Painting and spent the majority of my spare time looking through Pinterest and Donna’s Face Painting Facebook page.

The course fell on a Monday which was handy as it’s the husbands day off. I was looking forward to 7 hours of “me time” and if I was good at the Face Painting, it was a bonus. By the time it got to 2pm on the day I was thinking “awww, only three hours left!”, for no other reason than I could have carried on painting on that fake head well into the evening…I was loving it that much!

The whole day was relaxed, fun, informative and well paced, giving us students time to practise each new technique we learnt and not rushing us into the next thing before we’d had a go at mastering something. Donna is one of those people that has the ability to immediately make you feel at ease, she’s easy to get on with and appealed to my (childish?) sense of humour when we were working on teardrop line work and she said they should look like sperm!

Hilariously, our first task was to paint a butterfly from what we knew of face painting. My knowledge was limited so I just did what I could with a pretty purple/pink paint. A clever ploy from Donna as we were able to compare this with our end designs and see the vast progress we had all made over seven hours.

By the end of the day I had painted a tiger, princess crown, butterfly and rainbow with clouds. I’d begun to master painting flowers and was more knowledgable on line work and the different products available in the Face Painting world. I had also spent my saved birthday money on a starter pack of goodies I couldn’t wait to get working with at home.

I got home feeling a little in awe of Donna and her amazing skills. The things that girl can do with a one stroke palette and a brush is unbelievable and her work is stunning. How beautiful is this flower design she did on my arm?

She was so complimentary of my initial progress on the course and I felt really encouraged to keep going and develop my skills. I have a feeling it can become slightly addictive so my husband is already quivering at the thought of our bank balance taking a hit. Donna also has an online shop – Yorkshire Face Paints – which is like an aladdin’s cave of face painting goodness and I’m looking forward to building my brushes, paints and other techniques.

Where do I think it will take me? Who knows! For now I am going to practice, practice, practice – on Bertha (my head), my boards and on anyone who will let me. In the future it would be nice to think that, at the minimum, I could do parties for friends and family. It’s so much fun and I look forward to creating my own designs eventually…with the help of Donna’s intermediate course!

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Teachers & Tattoos

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Recently, my good friend tweeted me an article by The Guardian. As much as she is one my closet friends, that sentence says a lot. She is a Guardian reader, whereas I don’t feel intelligent enough to be a Guardian reader. Saying that, we are both teachers, in Performing Arts subjects. I’m not sure if this is relevant or not.

Here is the article: Should teachers be able to have tattoos?

Setting the scene, I am a drama teacher in a secondary school. I’m just completing my tenth year in teaching. I have tattoos, several in fact, however only in the last few years have I gain body art that is more noticeable to the students, mainly on my arms.


My latest tattoo on my forearm which I got in Sydney, Australia.

The article above is more specific than just teachers having tattoos as it focuses on them being displayed in school. Apparently headteachers are “debating whether it’s OK for staff to display their body art in school”.

Firstly, what happens to those, like me, that do have tattoos? Do we have to stay covered up even in 25/30 degree heat? (obviously this is a rarity in England but it does happen!) Some would say that it’s the choice I make when I decide to have a tattoo is a visable place. I would say that my tattoos do not hinder by ability to teach. I wouldn’t say that I wander around the school deliberately showing off my tattoos to every student and staff member I pass but, as summer arrives, they are on show more, particularly the tattoo on my foot and those on my lower arms, none of which are offensive in any way. In all honesty, I don’t even think about it when I take my blazer or cardigan off. I forget that I have them.

Given that I’m a teacher and I have tattoos, I supposed I could be deemed a little biased. After all, I can only speak from experience. What I have found is that most students don’t make comment, and the ones that do (usually the older ones) will ask about them, and then that’s the end of the conversation. I will not entertain a conversation about my tattoos in the middle of a lesson but if they want to ask at the end, I will answer (appropriate) questions – usually the likes of “do they hurt?” ” what do they mean?” and “Have you got anymore?”. Once these questions have been answered, the conversation is over and it doesn’t come up again. 


I had this tattoo done after my husband and I got married. I love this picture because of my tattoo. It adds so much meaning.

The article quotes Rhiannon Davies, a mother of seven year old twins who says:

“Part of being a teacher is about teaching pupils to respect people’s differences and not judge them by their looks.”

I couldn’t agree more and when I asked some of my (tattooed and non-tattooed) family and friends their opinion, my sister had a good point to make:

“I don’t think having a tattoo has any impact of the quality of the teacher, bit like piercing, religious clothing, hair styles and colour…if you’ve got the qualifications to do the job and you’re good at it, it shouldn’t matter. As for the impression it gives students, they’ll see people with tattoos everywhere (social media, TV, celebrities, public areas). Has David Beckham become less of a footballer after having all his tattoos?

Children should be encouraged to show their individual personalities. Uniforms – yes for smartness, but they don’t restrict them too much and stifle their personalities.”

It’s true isn’t it? We are constantly encouraging our children, and students, to be accepting of others: their beliefs, interests, passions and appearances. Therefore to discriminate a teacher because of their tattoos would be contradictory to this. Not only do we want them to accept others, but we want them to feel comfortable enough to express themselves, appropriately. Obviously I wouldn’t be encouraging a Year 7 student to go out and get a tattoo. When we do have conversations about tattoos, I take my opportunity to tell them to wait till they are older as their tastes will change and they want to be sure they will like it. I try to use my influence as a teacher and a role model to guide them in the right direction, not to tell them not to as that would be hypocritical and, lets face it, we all know that teenagers don’t listen anyway, but to contemplate things and take time to make big decisions, like having a piece of body art that will be there forever.

Within 2017, the majority of people have tattoos. When I got my first tattoo, aged 17, my mum said “What are people going to think when you’re 80?” and now turning 60 last week, she has a tattoo on her back. Ha ha! One of my best friends who has a half sleeve, both feet tattooed as well as a good collection of other beautiful tattoos, but isn’t a teacher, said:

“It’s more socially acceptable to have them (tattoos) now, more so than ever.”

Again, I literally couldn’t agree more. I genuinely don’t think that people react to tattoos UNLESS they are are offensive or places on areas such as someones face. This quote in the article, from Vic Goddard, a principal, made me chuckle:

“We have spoken to parents and some say you shouldn’t have them on a teacher. Others don’t give a damn so long as it doesn’t say ‘Fuck off mum’.”

It made me chuckle but it’s common sense isn’t it? As far as I’m concerned, tattoos are fine, as long as they are tasteful and not offensive. Interestingly I posed the question to one of my best friends, who doesn’t have any tattoos but is a teacher. She describes herself as “traditional” and more hilariously “a square sally” and deemed it more professional looking to not have them but, in the same sentence, believes in freedom of expression. As someone who hasn’t got any tattoos and doesn’t want one, she’s more “No” than “Yes” but doesn’t judge those that do. So everything in moderation is her motto, a good one to have….although I happen to know that ethos doesn’t work with her and wine – ha ha! 😉


I suppose that, no matter how socially acceptable tattoos are, they will always be a subject for discussion. This is why I like them. They provoke a discussion, whether it be about where you got it, who the tattoo artist was or what the meaning is behind it. When it comes to teachers, I think it comes down to how offensive they are and I would back any headteacher who asked a teacher with a “Fuck off Mum” on his arm to cover it up!

What are your thoughts? Do you have any tattoos? Are they looks upon in a certain light within their profession? What do you think about teachers with tattoos? Comment below or on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram.

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Eradicating the Dummy


In March last year, I wrote a post about my choice to allow my son to use a dummy titled "Am I a Dummy…for using a Dummy?" Little L wasn't even two and I was beginning to think about when we would eradicate the dummy from our lives altogether.


Being the great procrastinator that I am, every birthday or holiday gave me a reason not to get rid.

  • Second birthday – we're going to Australia in the summer and need it to keep him quiet on the plane.
  • Christmas – He's not ready it/t's not causing him any harm/we're going to be potty training.
  • Easter Holidays – Let's wait till he's 3.
  • Third Birthday – Let's wait till the Summer holidays incase I have sleepless nights.

I actually read a post by a blogger friend, Carly from Bungalow Burn, who wrote about her trip to the dentist with her daughter and the impact the dummy had on her teeth. You can read about it here. Her post made me determined to say "bye bye" to the dummy!

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I know there are people who get fed up with novelty aspects of a child's life that seem to be developing more and more such as Elf on a Shelf but I firmly believe that you have to embrace the magic and what works for you and your children. My son has a lovely imagination which I want to encourage, plus I love anything magical or creative so I began to plant seeds with my son regarding him giving it up…and the Dummy Fairy (DF) was born in the Roversi household. Our DF took the dummies in the dead of night to give to little babies who needed them more than my son. He seemed okay about the prospect of giving them up, especially when I mentioned there was a present involved.

This is what I did:

  1. Took my son shopping to pick his present that he would get off the DF. I told him that I would send the present to her and she would only give it to him once he handed his dummies over. IMG_6866
  2. Made sure that the present was something fairly decent so he didn't want to give it back when he wanted his dummy. I was looking for an offer/bargain on something that was big but didn't cost a fortune. We managed to find a Jungle Run Thomas theTank Engine track in The Entertainer that should have been £25 and was £15 which was my budget.
  3. Let him collect his dummies from around the house. It became aIMG_6869 treasure hunt and he loved finding them…even the dusty ones that had been sat under his bed for months!
  4. It was L's idea to leave a cup of milk and a biscuit out for the DF. I reckon he was trying to bribe her…or thought she was like Santa.
  5. Chuck the dummies. It was important that I threw the dummies away in the wheelie bin ratheIMG_6862r than hide them away so avoid the chance to give in and give him one if he was struggling to settle or very upset.
  6. Wrote a letter from the Dummy Fairy, ensuring I used words like "kind", "proud" and "big boy". Every child  loves praise and I like to think the letter added to our sons imagination and making it all more real. (If you'd like to use the letter, I'm happy for you to steal it!)

As with anything child related, since I was pregnant I have always expected the worst then anything else was a bonus! I'm quite thankful that, after four nights, our little man has done us proud and handled it all quite well. I knew his biggest struggle was going to be settling himself to sleep and I wasn't wrong. On the first night it took an hour for him to go to sleep and in that hour I got:

"Mummy I need a wee!" (I took him.)

"Mummy I want some milk like the Dummy Fairy!" (I got him some.)

"Mummy I want some more milk!" (I refused)

"Mummy PLEASE can I have some more milk?" (Me: shouting from downstairs "NO!" L: "Okay")

"Mummy, I need you." (My response was to talk over the monitor. He couldn't tell me why he needed me, he just did.)

And finally, crying. I chose to ignore the crying. It wasn't real crying and we have a no communication rule at bedtime so he knows he won't get anything from me once he's going to bed: no play, no conversation! I was right to ignore as ten minutes late he was sleeping soundly. Since that night, we have had no shouting or crying and the time it's took him to settle has gone from an hour to 20 minutes last night.

One of the things I didn't expect when our little man gave up the dummy was how grown up he'd seem to me. At three years old. I'm so proud of the little boy he is becoming but he's definitely not my little baby anymore. He's kind, thoughtful, loving, cheeky, imaginative and now, dummy free! What a little star!


As for my original post from last year, Am I a Dummy…for using a Dummy?, no I'm not. It's provided a lot of comfort for my son over the years and helped us out in situations where we needed him calm and settled. Now he's at a age where he understands more and is able to settle himself in other ways. He falls asleep with his teddy or taggie blanket and doesn't sucks thumb or finger, which for a thumb sucking Mummy, i really didn't want for my son. I know how hard it is to stop and taking the dummy away was much easier. Will I use dummies with the new baby? If I need to, of course! 

How did you get rid of the dummy from your child? Do you have any tips for those about to "ditch the dummy"? Does your child suck their thumb? I'd love to hear your thoughts. Comment below or on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram.



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Pregnancy Diaries: Dating Scan & The Midwife

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16 weeks!

Four of nine months of pregnancy! There are days where I think it’s going really slowly and then I realise I’m at 16 weeks already and can’t believe I’m almost half way through. Chances are, this is going to be our last pregnancy, so I want to enjoy it as much as I can.

According to the funky little app called Baby Pics, Baby Nugget is the size of a donut. Other apps liken it to a avocado or an action figure (batman to be exact, my baby is batman). One of the ladies is nursery said

“Isn’t it funny that baby is still so small, yet your tummy is getting bigger?”

and she’s right, but apparently my uterus has got much bigger now and there is the placenta and not forgetting my organs! I actually saw the midwife this week and she said my uterus is at my belly button now which is exactly where it should be. We had a little listen to the heartbeat, which would have been nice, however the little mite was wriggling around so much we (my son and I, Daddy was at work) only heard it for about 20 seconds! At that point I thought “Uh oh, we have a lively one!”

I hoped that, as I hit the second trimester, I would begin feeling more normal again, like I did with my son. Unfortunately I’m not quite there yet. I’m still pretty exhausted and prone to falling asleep on the sofa or, more shockingly, during Love Island (Yes, it’s taken over my life. Don’t judge me. I have a weakness for trash TV)! More inconvient is the gipping…if I look at something, or even think of something, I don’t want to eat then I cough and gip. In Sainsbury’s the other day Little L said “What’s that noise?” when I was gipping. I had to tell him it was me!

The most exciting part of the 12-16 weeks of this pregnancy has been the dating scan at the hospital. Despite having a reassurance scan at 9.5 weeks, I still felt nervous as we walked towards the hospital doors. We walked down the corridor I’d staggered down whilst in labour with our little boy and I did feel a little bit of excitement and crossed my fingers everything was still okay. We didn’t have to wait long before we were called for our appointment and the sonographer was really chatty and lovely. She showed us our baby before turning the screen back round and clicking away to take measurements etc.

Whilst she was doing her job, my husband showed his dislike of quiet situations by filling the silence with chatter. The only benefit of this was entertaining stories from the sonographer about past patients, including a lady who had managed to persuade her husband to have one more baby, they got pregnant with number five only to go to the scan (she went alone as he worked away) to find out it was Baby five AND SIX! I think I would have fainted!

Finally she turned the screen back around and we were able to watch our little Nugget wriggling around and kick its (surprisingly long!) legs and waving its arms about. I could have laid there watching Baby dance about for hours, the relief that everything was okay was amazing.

I wondered whether to hold off on telling Little L about the baby after the scan. It’s a funny one isn’t it? If, tragically, anything did happen it would be confusing. However Mummy having a baby in her tummy could be confusing too! When we showed him the scan picture and asked him what it was, he said “A leg” – ha ha! Well if you look at the first picture, he was right! He seemed quite happy about it and since then, he has just got on with it. Occasionally he tells someone that “Mummy has a baby in her tummy” but didn’t mention much else until this week when he started walking around with an Ironman teddy up his tshirt and today he told nursery that he had a girl baby in his tummy and I had a boy baby in mine.

After the scan, we also announcement on social media with this little visual:


It was lovely to see that everyone was so pleased for us, and already think that Little L will make an awesome Big Brother. I have to agree…

As I lay in bed, writing this post on my phone, I am starting to feel bits of movement, nothing major just little flutters, but it’s lovely either way.

I’m looking forward to revealing the gender in my 16-20 weeks post but until then, place your bets? Do you think Baby Nugget is a boy or a girl?

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Pregnancy Diaries: Early Days & Half Term


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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?!

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