Viability

Today is V-day.

Viability day, the day when Flump is legally considered able to survive outside of my uterus. (I’m hoping for now that Flump’s habitat is still satisfactory and he/she isn’t deciding on moving for another 12 weeks at least!)

My final 2nd trimester milestone. 24 weeks of pregnancy down. 16 weeks left to go until my due date.

16 weeks isn’t really that long when you think about it. *takes a deep breath*

I thought that as I’m at a stage of importance, I’d share a bump photo.

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Kickboxing

Apparently Flump has taken up kick boxing.

He/she made it very clear about 3 am that I was crushing his/her style, by trying to sleep on my front.

I’m lucky enough that I’m not so big that I can’t sleep on my front yet. I simply slip a pillow under my knee (at a 90 degree angle, my knee, not the pillow) and I’m absolutely comfy. Best of all it doesn’t set off my sciatica. (Woo!)

Not anymore!

After getting comfy, I felt a massive kick as if to say “Mo-om! Get off me! You’re squishing me!”

So I moved and he/she quietened down, and then I tried to move back into my comfy sleeping pattern and it happened again.

Wide awake at 3am massively excited because I’d never felt Flump quite so strongly.

Then this morning he/she sets off again, moving about and kicking and punching, so much that when I placed my hand on my belly, I felt them. Strong kicks and punches.

Seems I have a UFC champion in there!

Bumps and Lumps

Today I noticed a rather largish hard lump on my tummy, the areas around it were soft and squishy, but the lump was solid. Shortly later it had moved from the top of my tummy, to the side, and then it moved again!

To date, that is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my pregnancy. Seeing the baby on the ultrasound screen was amazing, but actually being able to feel some part of my baby through my skin and muscle is just mind blowing!

It wasn’t sticking out of my skin though, which is something I don’t think I’m quite prepared for, but it was still amazing.

Only 17 weeks left to go. 4 months and 1 week until (hopefully) I get to have an actual cuddle with Flump.

Listening

Just after I (read that as my husband) told my parents that we we’re expecting Flump, a couple of the ladies on my Pregnancy Support Group were talking about hand held dopplers.
I immediately thought “there’s no way I’m going to get one, they must cost an absolute fortune!”.

To my surprise, they weren’t. £19.99 on Amazon.
So I told my mother that I really wanted one.

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Around 10 weeks pregnant one arrived in the post for me. (Thanks Mother!)

I wasted no time in trying to listen to Flump. It wasn’t perfect, and more often than not, I didn’t hear anything.
In fact I think in between week 10 and week 15, I’d heard Flumps flutter about 4 times.

All of a sudden at 15 weeks, there it was. “Oomph! Oomph! Oomph!” But about 50 times faster. It was quite literally amazing.

After our first ultrasound scan, I realised that I could press down and wiggle my tummy to get Flump to move. So I started doing this whenever I listened on the Doppler.

One minute I could hear and the next minute it faded and disappeared, small wiggle and Flump was back.

It really is the most amazing sound.

I’m counting down the days until I finally get to meet you Flump and I cannot wait. I’m so excited to see you (even though you will very likely be covered in goo and blood and maybe your own poop) and I can’t wait to hold you against my chest so I can feel your heart next to mine, rather than just hearing it.

Tiny Stuff

I still can’t quite get over the fact that in 23 weeks (give or take) we will have a tiny baby that depends on us.

Yesterday we went baby shopping for the first time. My parents (who are moving abroad for 6 months) took us shopping so they could get the baby some stuff.

Baby clothing is so incredibly small, and gets even smaller! We mainly got stuff in a 0-3 months size, however there is a tiny baby size (up to 8lbs) and also preemie baby sized (up to 4lbs).
Baby clothes are freaking adorable!

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But I noticed that not many shops do outfits that are suitable for both sexes. Everything is either girlie colours of pink/purple or boyish colours of blue and dark green. Even some of the supposedly “unisex” clothing didn’t look as though it’d be suitable for both boys and girls.
This is incredibly hard for us, considering that we aren’t going to find out if Flump is a boy or girl, until the midwife declares it.
It is also amazing how many clothes small people need.
For example, once bathed, powdered and diapered, they need a vest, and socks, then a baby grow (onesie) as well as a cardigan, scratch mittens and booties plus a hat. Then you have to wrap them in a blanket.
You’ll probably have to change them about 4 or 10 times a day (depending on the sick quota or whether or not they’ve done a spectacularly leaky poo).
So despite the fact that we have a huge amount of miniature clothes, we need more.
More baby grows, bibs, socks, little hats, blankets.
Not to mention the mama stuff for Breastfeeding and expressing.
As well as towels and sheets and baby baths and cots and, well, there’s a LOT of stuff.
I’ve no idea where it’s all going to go.
I’m thinking I may need to get rid of some books and downgrade to one bookshelf. *sobs*

I’m sure we’ll find room.
In the meantime, I suppose ill just set up a gift list for my baby shower.

imagining

Every night before I go to sleep, I take 5 minutes to think about the very tiny baby-to-be (that I’ve nicknamed Flump) growing in my womb.

I wonder if Flump is a boy or a girl.

I wonder if Flump will be a big baby or a small baby.

I wonder if Flump will have lots of hair, or hardly any hair.

It’s inevitable that Flump will have brown eyes, like his/her daddy and mama.

I wonder how his/her hands will look in mine. How his/her feet will kick off the tiny socks I put on.

I imagine all of these things and so much more, so much that I fall asleep dreaming of this wonderful little baby that soon will be all ours.

It’s hard to believe that I’ve fallen unconditionally in love with this tiny being before I’ve met him/her.