I make it no secret that I yearn for a daughter. Another son would be lovely, as long as they're healthy. Honest, I do mean that, but I do currently have a preference.
Family wishes are as follows:
Me: girl
Hubby: boy
Boys: two boys
One major problem with a boy is that we have no names. We used the only 4 we liked for first and middle names for the boys. Of the two or something that I don't hate, hubby doesn't like at all. Girls names are easy. Any ideas for boys names very much appreciated.
Also, I have referred to the twins as "the boys" since I found out they were to be boys. It'd be weird to start calling them "the twins" or, perish the thought, their names. I do (obviously) use their names, I just always talk about "the boys".
Still not telling anyone. Except one mum at the school (my boys may blab to her son) and one colleague who would notice if I fell asleep at my desk. Noone else at work can find out till I know if I have a job past March.
Monday 31 January 2011
Sunday 30 January 2011
First proper panic.
This morning's panic/reassurance/panic was from the second of the packet of tests that indicate time since conception. It now reads 2-3 weeks. Which is good, great, because the hormone levels are increasing and so the pregnancy is viable.
Holy moly! Lots of hormone could mean...
more than one baby!!!!!!!!
One baby more than anticipated is one thing, two more is, erm, difficult. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have another set of twins and it would remove the hardship of being the sibling of twins, but I'm not sure how we'd cope. And, totally selfishly, I relish the thought of all the things I could do with one baby that were out of the question with twins.
We would have said we couldn't have coped with one set of twins. We did. As long as any babies that come out are healthy, I don't really care. Within reason. Quintuplets would be too much.
Symptoms are starting proper: achy chest, nausea, fatigue. Neck is less sore, I may manage to have a baby that isn't born with a codeine addiction. Hurrah!
Still not telling anyone, except two close friends who I couldn't not tell when I'd told other people.
Holy moly! Lots of hormone could mean...
more than one baby!!!!!!!!
One baby more than anticipated is one thing, two more is, erm, difficult. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have another set of twins and it would remove the hardship of being the sibling of twins, but I'm not sure how we'd cope. And, totally selfishly, I relish the thought of all the things I could do with one baby that were out of the question with twins.
We would have said we couldn't have coped with one set of twins. We did. As long as any babies that come out are healthy, I don't really care. Within reason. Quintuplets would be too much.
Symptoms are starting proper: achy chest, nausea, fatigue. Neck is less sore, I may manage to have a baby that isn't born with a codeine addiction. Hurrah!
Still not telling anyone, except two close friends who I couldn't not tell when I'd told other people.
Saturday 29 January 2011
More positive!
Off to Glasgow for a night out tonight. As is my wont, I would usually purchase some cigarettes for the evening, being a social sort of smoker. Decisions decisions. Want cigarettes, don't want them if there's going to be an actual baby. Baby probably isn't going to be. It might be.
I'm a bit rubbish at not smoking, but I didn't smoke when I was pregnant before, I won't do it again.
Solution.
Stop and buy another test, nip into the loos, buy cigarettes on the way out when levels confirmed as not high.
And bing! Up pops the dark blue line instantly. That's a definite positive. That's a proper dark line that exceeds anything a chemical pregnancy ever had.
I am pregnant. Yikes. Cost of tests so far £20.50, but £6 or so (and counting) saved on cigarettes. Deal struck with life/fate/god of traffic lights/the stork/anyone that if I didn't smoke, I would have a healthy baby.
Obviously "had" to tell the friends I was out with. And the two people with them that I don't really know. But I won't tell anyone else.
I'm a bit rubbish at not smoking, but I didn't smoke when I was pregnant before, I won't do it again.
Solution.
Stop and buy another test, nip into the loos, buy cigarettes on the way out when levels confirmed as not high.
And bing! Up pops the dark blue line instantly. That's a definite positive. That's a proper dark line that exceeds anything a chemical pregnancy ever had.
I am pregnant. Yikes. Cost of tests so far £20.50, but £6 or so (and counting) saved on cigarettes. Deal struck with life/fate/god of traffic lights/the stork/anyone that if I didn't smoke, I would have a healthy baby.
Obviously "had" to tell the friends I was out with. And the two people with them that I don't really know. But I won't tell anyone else.
Friday 28 January 2011
Positive!
Today I was struck by the need to purchase a Clearblue Digital Pregnancy Test, the one with the conception indicator. Wasn't expecting to be pregnant, but I do tend to always think I am. Each month my body likes to make like it's growing a baby, and I spend several fortunes on tests. Not usually the posh ones (all hail pound stores) but they were on offer this month and I've been off coffee which is unusual in itself.
Did it when I got home. I sat there thinking "Doh! Why have I wasted £11 AGAIN?" as the "working" icon flashed away, and flashed away and flashed some more. After what seemed like half an hour but which was in reality about 2-3 minutes, then:
Goodness! And other much less polite/calm words.
Paced the house for about an hour and then did a cheapie one that I had in the cupboard (because I waste a lot of money on imaginary pregnancies). Very very faint line on that one. Possible another chemical pregnancy. Assume nothing.
Told hubby. Advised not to panic as nothing being assumed.
Obviously not telling anyone yet. Just one person.
Did it when I got home. I sat there thinking "Doh! Why have I wasted £11 AGAIN?" as the "working" icon flashed away, and flashed away and flashed some more. After what seemed like half an hour but which was in reality about 2-3 minutes, then:
Goodness! And other much less polite/calm words.
Paced the house for about an hour and then did a cheapie one that I had in the cupboard (because I waste a lot of money on imaginary pregnancies). Very very faint line on that one. Possible another chemical pregnancy. Assume nothing.
Told hubby. Advised not to panic as nothing being assumed.
Obviously not telling anyone yet. Just one person.
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