So I’m now entering the last and final trimester, the home
run, the last stretch and boy has it been a long slog!
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| 'Baby Doll' |
I’ve had my ups and downs, granted more downs that ups but it’s
certainly been (and I hate the cliché) a real roller-coaster ride.
I’ve had days were I’ve wanted to stomp my feet and cry and
days where I could sing with elation. I’ve gone through the crazy pregnant lady
phase, snarling at anyone who should dare look in my direction to a phase of tranquility,
where the world and all who dwell in it are beautiful. Pregnancy hormones are a
blast!
And here’s how it started…
My husband (Robert) and I had been married for all of 4
months, still frolicking in the cutesy lovey dovey hubby/wifey phase. We were plodding
along in married bliss when one evening my darling husband sent me a text
message, ‘I have something to tell you, it’s nothing bad so don’t worry, I’m
just not sure how to tell you’. My jaw hit the floor; I turned to my husband
and asked him to explain. I think he could tell I was a little worried and yes
the worst did cross my mind but nothing and I mean NOTHING could have prepared me
for what he said next…
‘I’d like to start a family; I’d like to have a mini you and me'.
Honestly I felt the wind completely rush out of me, was I
hearing correctly? Was my husband really saying the words I had so longed to
hear, well the simple answer was yes, yes he was. In the space of 5 minutes he
had turned my world around and presented me with the possibility of a future
filled with nappies, toddler groups and sticky fingers….something I had longed
for!
And that’s how the story of our baby’s conception came about.
Now I don’t think I need to go into details with you lovely people, although I
am sure there are a few morbidly curious souls out there, but let’s just say
the deed took less than 2 months and rather romantically and coincidently occurred
on our birthday weekend after a lovely few days down in Weymouth (Sorry Oli and
Kylie).
The first 18 weeks were tough, sickness took over my body and
I reverted back to my teenage years, don’t you just love spots. I felt tired, actually
scrap that, I was exhausted. My bed was my best friend; I felt sorry for myself
on an epic level and thought it would never end.
But the day of my 20 week scan came, my energy levels were
starting to perk up, Id stop throwing up and my skin started to calm and
finally I got to see my little wriggler. That day I bonded with this little
alien life more than is describable. I found out I was having a wee pink one, a
little girl. I was shocked as I thought I was team blue but hearing her gender
confirmed brought a wave of emotion I never knew possible. Every minute spent
with my head over the toilet was worth it. I could now picture a future with
her, playing in the garden, having pretend tea parties, fighting over what she
was wearing and how late she’d be home: it was all coming into view.
Every kick and punch I have felt fascinates me and bonds me
to this tiny life. I still find it impossible and mesmerising that you can love
something you have never met, how you’d give your life to protect this tiny
life form. How much time, energy and effort planning for their arrival takes
and how all-consuming pregnancy can be, but how, when all is said and done you’d
do it a million times over if it only means their safe passage into this turbulent
but wonderful world.
So here I sit, at 28 weeks pregnant, on the verge of becoming
a first timer. This blog is my outlet to wax lyrical on all things pregnancy
related and when my little ‘doll’ finally makes it into the world she’ll decide
which path this entire writing lark takes.
Please join me on my journey and enjoy!
Xx Mummy Doll
