Feeling giddily excited.
There's been disbelief, excitement, a bit of feeling scared-shitless. Sleep; lots of it. Crawling into heavenly, soft, warm bed at 8.45. Toast, for too many meals a day. Tablets, taken grumpily twice a day, even when I thought I'd vomit them up again (I never did, thankfully). Constant sickiness, although mercifully not too severe. Lots of walking to relieve pelvic-ache (yup) and lots and lots of talking.
Rows of blue plastic chairs in waiting rooms, where we've waited impatiently. Painful blood tests; collapsed veins; and finally vials of blood. Then there was the scan; the relief, the wonder. Our wriggling, waving baby, crystal clear on the screen. Right there in front of us. Our baby. Squeezing my misters hand very tightly. And more recently, there's been the nerves (weird?) and exhilaration of telling our friends and families, whose reactions have ranged from the sublime to the hilarious (but that's for another post). The relief of my employers very understanding reaction. And my slowly expanding tummy which is examined eagerly at least four times a day by my mister and I. Just to check.
But mostly, there's been magic. In my tummy. All around me. Like the almost perceptible electricity in the air around Christmas.
The beginnings of a baby blanket.
I learned this trick from Peonies, so thank you Cara!
Cleverly snapped by my mister whilst we were walking.
Tiny bump! Look closely, its there somewhere.
I don't want to wear anything apart from this dress. I need a hundred of them. Its so soft and comfortable. Where can I buy more? (this ones vintage, dammit)
So there'll probably a bit more baby talk on my blog from now on. Lord knows I have so much to talk about. But I promise not too much. Promise.
Thank you again for all the comments on my last post. Really and truly, you're the best.