Welcome to my new blog about being a first time mum.
Let me share some history with you. I am 37 years old. I met my husband back in 2002 when we were both entertainers. We finally took the plunge and got married last year in March at an intimate ceremony that consisted of close family and a few friends. We went on our honeymoon to Disneyworld in Florida during the summer holidays and loved every second of it. We knew this would be our one and only big holiday experience so we made the most of every second and every disney experience (even though by day 4 we were both suffering with swollen feet!).
After the honeymoon we planned that we would start to plan a family. My husband is 4 years younger than me but at 37, I knew time was running out for me. My hope was to become pregnant in October to have minimal effect on my school year as I'm a teacher. I opted to try some cheap ovulation tests I bought online and after a few weeks of them not really showing anything we finally got a signal and began to actively try for a baby.
As you can guess from my blog title this worked. We were overjoyed! The morning we found out we were involved in a car accident. We were more shocked than hurt and I was a wreck thinking about what might have happened to the baby. I subsequently had some bleeding and pains a few days later so we found ourselves at A&E. I got sent to the Early Pregnancy Unit where they scanned my tummy. They could not see anything except the sac as it was too early. Whilst we had been waiting for the scan I'd heard them tell a young girl she had an empty sac and that she would be admitted for an 'evacuation' so them telling me this filled me with horror. We scheduled another appointment for a couple of weeks later and thankfully they saw something. I'd be lying if I said I could see what it was but my husband said it was like a peanut with a little flutter in it.
I scheduled a doctors appointment to confirm the pregnancy. Although he did a test for me, he seemed very confused as to why we had gone to see him. I assumed we needed to in order to ensure the referral for the hospital and midwives, etc?
We kept it a secret as we didn't want to disappoint anyone if we didn't make it past the three month mark. I was very lucky to only have couple of weeks morning sickness. It happened just before leaving for work and occasionally in the evening. Travelling abroad to see my parents over the Christmas holidays, we decided this was the best time to tell them as one: I wasn't consuming any alcohol, and two: it would be nice to tell them in person. Fortunately, my sickness stopped just before I flew as that would have been a nightmare. I had got a christmas card for my parents saying grandma and grandad. When they opened it, it took a while to register and then they were over the moon.
On our return, we had our 12 week scan on New Years Eve. I told the doctor I was anxious there was perhaps no baby there and immediately she showed me the scan and there most definitely was a baby! A very active little thing! It's so scary looking around in the waiting room and seeing lot's of beautiful blooming ladies and worrying that you might be a fraud. Confirmation of the baby made me feel at ease. I believe I even shed a little tear. The problem with the scans is you are at quite an awkward angle to see the monitor. My husband had the best view as he could see the baby the whole way through including when the measurements were being taken. It is at this scan that they screen for Downs Syndrome and that's quite a worry. It's all a lot to take in on your first real appointment!
We told the rest of family that evening as part of our New Years celebrations. My husband's mum was ecstatic to say the least. Her celebrations ended with me inadvertently getting elbowed in the nose my husband! Doh!
Let me share some history with you. I am 37 years old. I met my husband back in 2002 when we were both entertainers. We finally took the plunge and got married last year in March at an intimate ceremony that consisted of close family and a few friends. We went on our honeymoon to Disneyworld in Florida during the summer holidays and loved every second of it. We knew this would be our one and only big holiday experience so we made the most of every second and every disney experience (even though by day 4 we were both suffering with swollen feet!).
After the honeymoon we planned that we would start to plan a family. My husband is 4 years younger than me but at 37, I knew time was running out for me. My hope was to become pregnant in October to have minimal effect on my school year as I'm a teacher. I opted to try some cheap ovulation tests I bought online and after a few weeks of them not really showing anything we finally got a signal and began to actively try for a baby.
As you can guess from my blog title this worked. We were overjoyed! The morning we found out we were involved in a car accident. We were more shocked than hurt and I was a wreck thinking about what might have happened to the baby. I subsequently had some bleeding and pains a few days later so we found ourselves at A&E. I got sent to the Early Pregnancy Unit where they scanned my tummy. They could not see anything except the sac as it was too early. Whilst we had been waiting for the scan I'd heard them tell a young girl she had an empty sac and that she would be admitted for an 'evacuation' so them telling me this filled me with horror. We scheduled another appointment for a couple of weeks later and thankfully they saw something. I'd be lying if I said I could see what it was but my husband said it was like a peanut with a little flutter in it.
I scheduled a doctors appointment to confirm the pregnancy. Although he did a test for me, he seemed very confused as to why we had gone to see him. I assumed we needed to in order to ensure the referral for the hospital and midwives, etc?
We kept it a secret as we didn't want to disappoint anyone if we didn't make it past the three month mark. I was very lucky to only have couple of weeks morning sickness. It happened just before leaving for work and occasionally in the evening. Travelling abroad to see my parents over the Christmas holidays, we decided this was the best time to tell them as one: I wasn't consuming any alcohol, and two: it would be nice to tell them in person. Fortunately, my sickness stopped just before I flew as that would have been a nightmare. I had got a christmas card for my parents saying grandma and grandad. When they opened it, it took a while to register and then they were over the moon.
On our return, we had our 12 week scan on New Years Eve. I told the doctor I was anxious there was perhaps no baby there and immediately she showed me the scan and there most definitely was a baby! A very active little thing! It's so scary looking around in the waiting room and seeing lot's of beautiful blooming ladies and worrying that you might be a fraud. Confirmation of the baby made me feel at ease. I believe I even shed a little tear. The problem with the scans is you are at quite an awkward angle to see the monitor. My husband had the best view as he could see the baby the whole way through including when the measurements were being taken. It is at this scan that they screen for Downs Syndrome and that's quite a worry. It's all a lot to take in on your first real appointment!
We told the rest of family that evening as part of our New Years celebrations. My husband's mum was ecstatic to say the least. Her celebrations ended with me inadvertently getting elbowed in the nose my husband! Doh!