Next up – an appointment at the doctors to make absolutely sure I was indeed pregnant and wasn’t just a muppet at using pregnancy kits. However, that confirmation never came. I couldn’t believe it but my doctor said there was no need to double check – if the kit said I was pregnant, then I was – as simple as that. He told me the kits they use in the NHS aren’t as good as the Clear Blue ones (like I’d used) and that they never get a positive result wrong. Apparently, they may sometimes say you’re not pregnant when you are but they never say you are, if you’re not. What was even more surprising was that I’d have to wait another 10 weeks before I’d have my first midwife appointment and they’d do any tests. I just couldn’t believe it. Everything in my body told me I was pregnant but I didn’t feel I could 100% believe it until a professional had confirmed it.
I barely told anyone I was expecting at this stage – what about the risks?...what if I really had got it wrong? The only people who knew were my family and a few really close friends (like Nicky…she was disappointed I didn’t mention her in my first blog - so hope you’re happy now madam, haha). Another friend Hayley, had already guessed because I’d been moaning about how tender my boobs were. It was hilarious when I told another friend, also called Hayley, as she shrieked in the hotel restaurant we were sat in. She seemed so happy that I had to dig deep to access all my male hormones to hold back the tears, haha.
It’s funny how many people insist they know the sex of the baby you’re having. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, you’re definitely having a girl/boy…I can tell from the shape of your tummy and I’ve never got it wrong.” My sister Sabrina insisted I was going to have a boy. My friend Hayley held a piece of cotton with one of my rings over my tummy and it went in circles apparently indicating I’m having a boy. Here’s a link to some more gender predicting old wives tales:
My next appointment with the midwife came round quickly enough and I was excited. I remember sitting in the waiting room at St Bartholomews Medical Centre in Cowley with Shaun and us making huge image based judgements on different midwives as they popped out their rooms. Me to Shaun, ‘oh no please don’t let us get that one…she looks like a right old matron!” I was delighted when a much ‘friendlier’ looking midwife called my name and Shaun and I gave one another a look of relief. I thought I was also going to have a scan at this check up – another thing I’d got wrong. The midwife did all the normal checks like blood and urine tests. I was yet more relieved when she didn’t come back saying anything like, “er I think maybe you just have a bit of water retention.” Talking through pregnancy stuff with her made me feel more pregnant even if I still didn’t have that 100% proof. But it was on its way as she said my first scan would be in the next couple of weeks. And indeed it was. In the meantime, I had a maternity folder and bounty pack (including a some what random but none the less appreciated Appletiser voucher) to keep me occupied.
In my next blog I’ll show you the picture from my first scan and tell you the names Shaun wanted but I vetoed. Oh and was my sister Sabrina right that I’m having a boy?...
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