Week 28 of my pregnancy was scan week so I was rather excited, for once, to be visiting the hospital. These days I’ve noticed I’m spending my mornings in the hospital at least fortnightly, so I’m never that keen on visiting anymore. Little Z, on the other hand, loves it. On the few occasions I’ve taken him he thinks the waiting room is a cinema as it has a big flat screen, and enjoys munching on crisps watching the repeating baby adverts. Everyone else looks fairly miserable sitting about in the small chairs looking uncomfortable but I think he could sit about for at least an hour enjoying it all before he asks when we’re going home.
As Z was such a dinky little 5lb baby I’ve been booked in for a series of growth scans. Throw in the gestational diabetes and the midwives want to make sure the baby doesn’t suddenly get too big or dependent on glucose overload. The sonographer measured the baby for what felt like ages and ages in silence and every so often I’d pipe up to ask if everything looked ok. I was assured that the baby looked fine but they needed even more measurements. So we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, after about 15 minutes the screen was tilted towards us and we were shown some very impressive baby bits. I’d only seen Little Z at 12 and 20 weeks before and both images were pretty much baby shaped blobs with little fists and legs occasionally kicking and waving about. This time we could see the baby’s bones. We saw its femur in its legs and what looked like a fully developed rib cage. We saw little hands and little feet and were assured everything was fine. I tried to see if I could accidentally spot anything that would give away the gender but it was not meant to be, mainly as I have no sonography scan reading skills. I think we were in awe as we were both speechless for a bit. The only thing you could hear is Little Z whispering to his Daddy “Is it a penguin?”. I think he was impressed, albeit slightly disappointed.
After some plotting on the baby graph we were told the baby is slightly too big. But that everything is ok which is fantastic. There will be more scans through the weeks and more monitoring of my diabetes. That seems to be a challenge all on its own. I’ve found that I’m now starting to learn when my peaks and dips are likely to be through the day and sometimes you think you have it under control, then all of a sudden you just have a bad day for no reason at all. I feel a bit like a little child explaining what I think the high numbers are to the consultant (“I had jam and toast that day”) but he seems happy to let me control it via diet for now as “I can see you’re trying to get them down”. Woo!
Nesting is still very much in progress and we spent a long day in Ikea this weekend buying storage, storage and more beautiful storage. I am loving all the organising of new space during this pregnancy but we still do look like we’ve been burgled upstairs. There really should be a nesting service. Where you just pay someone to come in and sort everything out for you whilst you point to what you want going where, then sit about eating popcorn and watching the magic happen. I think I should start this business. It would obviously make millions!
Alas, as I don’t have time to start that business just before the baby comes I’ve been cleaning out cupboards like I’ve never cleaned before. I hope this second baby loves cleaning as Little Z regularly tells me his arms are tired when I announce its tidy up time! I did discover a mamas and papas box today which contained a whole lot of tiny baby clothes. Very new and packed away carefully a few years ago. I’d completely forgotten about it but obviously had kept them as special little keepsakes. They are all in pristine condition and I’ve decided that it would be lovely to bring home the baby in them. So Baby Number 2 finally has some outfits.
Now to hope we have some newborn vests and other things in the attic!