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It's really happening

From the point I even suspected I was pregnant it's been hard to believe it when there's no real evidence.  No bump, no movements, and although I have been excited about the pregnancy it hasn't quite felt "real".

 Well, until now!

 At 13 weeks and 4 days, D and I went to the Women's Centre for my dating scan.  I was incredibly nervous, excited, apprehensive, and desperate to see what was in there.  I wasn't, and couldn't be disappointed.  I was also keen to know how many babies there were as my Grandma was a twin, so you just never know....

 I guzzled two pints of water before heading over to the hospital, and hoped I wouldn't need to disappear to the loo before we were called in.  The waiting room was full of lots of other expectant mums and their partners.  There was a real quiet in there, hardly anyone talking.  I doubt I was the only mum there who just wanted to see that everything was OK.

 The ultrasound technician was lovely, kind, reassuring; and D and I both had big smiles as we saw our baby for the first time.  To D's huge relief there is only one baby, and although I would have been absolutely thrilled to have twins, practically and financially I know we would have really struggled with that.

 The due date has been confirmed as we originally thought for 20 March 2014.  Although it seems a long time away, I know we have so much to do before then that the time will just disappear.  It's all so exciting!


Comments

  1. Unknown18 September 2013 at 11:18

    Woo hoo! Congratulation, looks just like you! ;-)

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  2. Moosical18 September 2013 at 23:24

    So pleased for you! *excited*, if you go to your due date, you'll be having your little one as Alex turns 1 ;D

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