Thursday, 9 February 2012
18 weeks and it's...
...getting a bit (ok quite a bit) scary as we approach the point when we lost George.
Nothing is similar apart from the ligament pain but I find myself wondering several times a day if baby is still alive. And then I feel fluttering and wonder if it's gas (of which I have plenty) or movement. I decide it's movement and a major panic is averted. Rinse, repeat.
our next ultrasound is on the 29th. 20w6d. 1 day longer than George lived. According to measurements. We are 5 days ahead of our original due date. So there's no real meaning to be taken, read or inferred from anything.
Not that this pregnancy is filled with anxiety by any means. I'm trying to relax, find some calm and enjoy it and often succeeding.
So did you think I was going to tell you baby's gender when you read the title?
He's a little brother.
Currently named Marmaduke Aloysius*
*But not in a serious way!
Labels: Little Brother