21 Weeks

Hello, welcome to the first blog post from ‘Mother knows best?’ (please notice the question mark) I shall start by giving you a little more information about myself; I am 23 years old and pregnant for the first time. Does anyone else feel this becomes the only way to describe yourself? I have forgotten how to describe myself other than being with child. A few more details… Baby Daddy and I have been together for 7 years even though Baby H was not planned they are more than a happy mistake. We live in a little town in England, 3.5 hours away from our family in the Big City (London).

I wanted to start this blog not to give advice as personally I am tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do but to hopefully help some of you who maybe are in the same situation as me and feeling the same way so you don’t feel too alone and we can laugh and joke about all the different stories. The second reason for starting this blog is so that baby daddy and I can look back and remember all the good and bad times before baby H comes into this world.

I shall start at the beginning how all good tales start…

I felt like crap! I was very busy at work, tired, poorly you name it and I felt it. I woke up one Friday morning and instantly had a panic attack (not fun!) I rang my dad as I do in any situation that I need help and he told me the first thing I needed to get sorted was my health so the same day I walked down to the doctors and booked an appointment for the Monday.

On the 18^th May I sat in the doctors office telling him all the symptoms I was having and how low I felt and he was staring back at me with the most how stupid can you be look. Once I had finished my long list he calmy said “I am pretty sure that you are pregnant” you can imagine my shock! The first thought in my head was that I haven’t missed a period….(I know ladies scary right.) I took a test and there it was ‘Pregnant 3+ Weeks’. Baby Daddy came home that day and when I showed him the test he froze and hugged me for what felt like 10 minutes he eventually said that this was the best news and he was very happy, phew!

So that was it. The doctor estimated we were 8 weeks pregnant because I hadn’t missed a period he just went one back, little did he know. 4 weeks later when it came to having our first scan and they put the gel on my stomach and turned on the screen the lady said “Oh, they are a little bigger than we thought” Baby Daddy and I looked at each other looked at the lady and both said “What does that mean?” The lady responded, “You are not 12 weeks actually you are 17 weeks” 17 weeks what!? How could I of been pregnant for so long and not notice?

Now we are 21 weeks, over half way and cannot wait to meet the little nugget. I have plenty more stories to tell but not till next week, so I hope you all have a lovely week and I will see you at 22 weeks.

Baby Mumma xx