So, here we are. Halfway there - or maybe even more, depending on when this little bubba decides to make its appearance. Or, should I say... his appearance! Yep, that's right - we're having a boy! Seeing his little face at the scan was honestly one of the most magical moments of my life - he was so cute, with a perfect little nose and he sucked his thumb basically the entire time. I already felt like a proud mama when the sonographer told us that he'd behaved perfectly so she could get all the measurements (even though I know he's a foetus and doesn't really 'behave' at all!), and it was a *huge* relief that everything seems to be going well and he's right on track with his growth.
You may remember that I've not been the biggest fan of pregnancy so far, but it's true what they say that the second trimester is a million times better than the first. I actually feel like my normal self most of the time, and it's kind of fun having a little bump out there. I've started to fit into proper maternity clothes now, and with legging-appropriate occasions the only ones on my calendar for as long as I can see, I've definitely embraced the comfort factor. It's not all plain-sailing, of course; I'm still not able to do quite as much as I could pre-pregnancy, which is a little frustrating, and my skin has decided to fully rebel with a new, unsightly spot along my jawline every day (or so it feels). Also, I have a little confession... at first I was absolutely desperate to feel him moving around but now he's really started to get his wriggle on, it's making me feel a little, well, nauseous. I know it's supposed to be another one of those magical moments, but the feeling of him rolling around in there is a lot like the feeling you have when you've got an upset stomach. Hopefully as he grows, he'll have less space for the acrobatics and that will quell the nausea a little! I'm also signed up to an extra round of injections and blood tests because I'm O-Negative, so that's something fun to look forward to.
We've started to get ourselves a little bit organised, too. Hitting the halfway point has definitely given us a bit of a kick to start buying things and prepping everything for his arrival. We took advantage of an offer this weekend to buy a pram, and as I type this, Paul is out looking at a new car with his brother (a far better car-buying companion than me) as our beloved Mini is going back to the dealer at the end of the month and we need something with a little more boot space. Not even just for baby-related stuff - I love my car but a full week's food shopping is a bit of a push to get in the back at the best of times.
Now I'm just so curious about what he'll be like. He'll probably be blonde and blue-eyed, since we both were as babies, but will he be long and lanky like his Dad, or tiny like me? He'll probably be talkative and stubborn, since we're both those things now, but he could get any other combination of our traits - creative, practical, optimistic, funny, anxious, pragmatic, sociable... I just can't wait to find out. Although there is the slight problem of the actual birth before we can get to that bit... The less said about that right now, the better, I think!