Surprise?

A lot of people have asked whether we intend to find out whether we are having a boy or girl at the next scan.  I'm not sure whether I want to, but I've been given a lot of advice!  Some people say they found out and it helped them to bond, some people say it's a lovely surprise waiting until it's born.  A lot of people are just too impatient or want to be able to buy blue or pink clothes.

as you can imagine, I'm not a big advocate of pink for girls and blue for boys.  But one thing I've noticed is that a lot of the people who think it helps with bonding are men, and a lot of the people who think it's nice to wait are women.  Not exclusively, by a long way, but my unscientific research appears to show a trend.  I wonder whether it's because women feel the have enough bonding carrying the baby around inside them and want a nice surprise as a reward for their labour?

Surprise!

I was looking forward to blogging about this but realised everyone pretty much who reads my blog and will care already knows.

I am going to have a baby!  On or around 17th December.  I have a little bump to show for it.  The past couple of months have been fairly horrible - getting over the shock, feeling sick, feeling tired, getting up to wee in the night - it is a relief to finally have told people, and to feel excited with people.  And the second trimester is supposed to be a lot more fun!

I'm hoping that the baby is born early-ish as I think the closer it is to Christmas, the less chance it has of anyone ever coming to its birthday parties apart from me.

It's been really strange seeing how life changes.  We planned to buy a new car and Matt wanted something a bit sporty.  We found out we were pregnant and bought something with room in the boot for a pram.  I have to think about prams.  I have to drink lots of water and avoid eating shellfish.  We have nappies in our spare room.  I feel like I had an idea of what I wanted my life to be like, and it seemed to be working out, and now I'm heading into an unimaginable future.

I know, when we get there and the baby comes out, it will be amazing, and everything will be fine and I will (mostly) be very happy (apart from day 4, apparently, when all new mums cry).  But for now, I'm still a bit surprised.