I’ve been floored by whatever bug I’ve caught. To say I’m “(wo)man down” is putting it mildly. I went to my GP on Saturday afternoon after getting no sleep due to the serious sore throat I had developed and I just felt really unwell. She booked me off for the whole week and told me to take it easy. Even though I’m under the weather, we were excited to go to our scan yesterday and find out the gender of our baby!
Dr B was running very late, but I wasn’t phased. (I can’t say the same for another lady who looked like she was about to pop!) Even though he was running late (he was very apologetic), he didn’t rush our appointment or make us feel like we were being prodded along quickly.
My weight is usually around 66kg and at our 12 week appointment Dr B weighed me at 66,8kg. My weight yesterday was 67,9kg. So I’ve not picked up much weight despite eating ALL the potatoes and eating everything in sight all the time. I’m sure this will change as the pregnancy progresses. Baby is apparently growing nicley and everything looks good! My blood pressure was quite high and he asked me to keep an eye on it. (I dragged myself out of bed this morning to go to the pharmacy to have it checked and the sister said my blood pressure was “beautiful.” So all good, though I’ll make a point of checking it in a week or so just in case).
The big reveal
We excitedly watched the sonar screen and Dr B told us he was 99% sure he knew what the gender is! My gut was telling me it’s a boy. Turns out I shouldn’t trust my gut, because we’re having a girl! Dr B said he would confirm it at the next appointment and I shouldn’t cut the tags off of any clothing until then.
I am not into pink (it’s probably my least favourite colour) and I don’t think I own anything that’s pink. But I’ll just have to muddle through. I’ll admit, shopping for girls is definitely a lot more fun than shopping for boys! We also had a boy’s name all picked out, but settling on a girl’s name is a whole other story!
*The super cute romper in the header image from H&M.