It’s been a while my friends, over 3 months in fact and I wondered whether I should continue with the blog at all. After all I am lucky enough to be pregnant, not the greatest story ever written is it, once you finally get there? but lots of you have wanted me to continue so I thought I’d fill you in….. Briefly.
Obviously it would be easier knowing which sex I was buying for but we don’t regret for a minute not finding out, it’s been so exciting, not just for us but for everyone one else too
After our important 12 week scan our next hurdle was reaching the 20 week scan. Where many couples see this as the gender scan we felt very different. We knew that this was the scan where they measure the fluid on the brain, check the ventricles of the heart and make sure your baby is growing as it should. We, as you well know had decided not to find out what we were having but I was incredibly apprehensive with this forthcoming appointment. We had recently found out that some dear friends had had their 20 week scan resulting in a tragic and unbelievably sad story, so when the cold gel was placed on my still, pretty, tiny bump and the sonographer dimmed the lights, tears couldn’t help but fall. All my thoughts were with our friends and the hell they were currently going through, it didn’t help that the sonographers silence was unnerving and getting me very agitated, why wasn’t she speaking but of course all she was doing was concentrating on getting her measurements completed and yet again we left the scan feeling so very very fortunate…. Our baby seemed to be right on track.
That afternoon I ventured into Tunbridge Wells and dared to buy my first item of clothing, a very over priced babygrow in 0-3 months. It felt completely alien buying something for “our” baby, I was so used to buying for other people’s and even now at 30 weeks I’ve not felt completely confident in this new shopping genre, much to Matts relief! (this coming from someone who was quite clearly born to shop).
The nursery however, has been fun to do, we are lucky enough to have an enormous spare room so we have been able to keep it as a guest room with treasured treadmill but also turn half into a very sweet nursery, which Matt and I have adored creating together. Every now and then I pop my head in and stare in disbelief that an actual baby will eventually be screaming the walls down in there.
In the last couple of weeks it has been reported in the press about the DNA cross over that I have banged on about for so long
I have no need to visit the forums that I read so voraciously whilst going through treatment but I do, I read them every day. I think it’s important to be reminded daily just how fortunate we are. Research in 
Spain has finally officially reported on the their findings that OF COURSE this is a FACT. I have passed the article on to quite a few people who have been very unsettled and upset at the thought of doing donor egg and that their DNA will not be passed on. Well here is the proof ladies.
I have had a wonderfully uneventful pregnancy so far and fingers crossed it’ll stay that way. Some people have only just realised I am pregnant and at the moment I can still wear my non pregnant boyfriend jeans, which has saved me a fortune on maternity clothing. I have no doubt that I will probably explode in the next few weeks but with my job, which requires standing for an inhumane amount of time, having a small bump has been a God send. I finish work in 5 weeks time and I think that is putting the fear of God into me more than anything, I have never not worked before and although it won’t be long until my hands are full, the thought of not getting up and earning money seems totally at odds.