I’d love to start this post by saying “Wow! Halfway already!” but given that Elma was born at 41 weeks 4 days and Kitty held out until 42 weeks 1 day (a gestation that is incidentally too long to be recognised by the system when you try to put in details of your previous births at your next booking in appointment) I think we all know that the chances of this babe making a timely or even early arrival are firmly in the “not going to happen” camp.
Suffice to say that by the time I next update I will be over halfway!
So how are we?
Well the loveliest development has been the change in Little Bump’s movements from tiny ripples and gentle pressure to little tiny thumps. They’re not the full on kicks of later pregnancy, but they are distinct little kicks, and sometimes a little wiggle to follow. The best way I can describe them is as a cross between a bubble popping and flicking your fingers against your skin; I know it sounds strange, but it’s wonderful.
The Little Bump itself is currently the size of a banana top to toe, and given my diet in the last couple of weeks may also be largely fuelled by bananas at the moment; I hope he or she likes them.
We have our 20 week scan later this week and I’m really looking forward to it, the thumps and wiggles take away my fear that was so overwhelming at 12 weeks and although I’m aware that things can be wrong at 20 weeks, I’ve still got my innocence on that score and I approach it with a quiet expectation that things will be OK.
It always amazes me how much they can see and check at 20 weeks, although my children being, well, my children, are always hiding something useful – like their head (Kitty) or running away from the sonographer (that would be the ever wiggling Elma) so I’ll be laying in the fizzy sweets and something very sugary to drink just in case. With Elma I downed about 10 fizzy Percy Pigs in five minutes, plus a large slug of orange juice and it had me giggly on the sugar high, let alone Miss Elma (who did then obligingly present the required angle)!
And as for me, I’ve found at least a little of the elusive second trimester energy, thanks to Elma having rediscovered the merits of sleeping all night, and a lovely wonderful lie in at the weekend. It’s nice to know that I have a little extra time in the evenings and I won’t crash out straightaway, although if I push it too much I do find myself waking up to the credits rolling on whatever it was a that I was trying to watch on telly. Now if I could just shift the lingering occasional morning sickness we’d be all sorted – for some reason brushing my teeth is a huge trigger, and I have to think happy thoughts about something else while I’m brushing.
The bump is getting noticeably bigger, and there’s some comfort now in knowing that it is mostly baby and not just my internal organs being squished out of the way. This is the fun stage of having a bump, it’s big enough that you’re definitely pregnant but not so huge that you need a crane to get you out of bed in the morning. Although having said that I did get stuck on the grass taking our Me and Mine photos – with the bump on the front and Elma on the back in the sling I suddenly realised that having squatted down for a picture with Kitty I couldn’t stand up again – H just about managed to stop laughing long enough to haul me to my feet!
And just for fun, this is what happens in our house when a certain young lady spots Mama out and about with the remote trigger!