Today we set eyes on our third baby for the very first time.
There he or she was, a 3cm long beginning of a person, looking like a Haribo gummibear and wriggling around with a teeny tiny heart blinking away determinedly.
I had guessed we might be around 7-8 weeks but in fact the sonographer dated us at 9wks 5days – making our due date 13th Feb! Allowing for two weeks lateness (as with the other two) that means definitely here before March… wow… it already feels so soon!
As with the other two, maybe more so, seeing that little life on the screen brought tears to my eyes instantly. I already know I love this baby with all my heart, and seeing him or her was just so amazing. Afterwards I felt like I wanted to sob big happy tears, but I had to try and compose myself as we were sitting back in the waiting room waiting for our pictures!
We haven’t told Lilly yet (Isla is way too little to understand!) and aren’t sure when will be the right time. Now that she has experienced what having a baby in the house means she might be a little less enthusiastic than she was last time!! Or, she might be thrilled… I had a hypothetical conversation the other day about it which went like this:
L: “Isla is getting to be a big girl, isn’t she mummy?”
L: “Then she won’t be a baby anymore?”
Me: No, she’ll be a toddler. Do you think we should get another baby when she gets big?”
L: (as if that was the most ridiculous suggestion she’d ever heard) “Noooooo! Ha ha ha!”
Me: “Do you think it would be nice to have another baby brother or sister?”
L: “Erm…” (thinks about it then says, sounding slightly unconvinced) “I’d like a boy sister.”
So, a basis to work from there, then!
We set off on our holiday at the end of this week, and by the time we get back I’ll be 13 weeks and it’ll be time for the NHS scan – and then to tell work!! I’ll be heading back off on maternity leave just over a year since I returned from my last one… Ooops!