So last week we went for our 20-week scan.
It was in the afternoon so we dropped Luca off at my mum’s as he didn’t want to come with us and headed to the hospital. I was feeling so nervous beforehand, the worry of getting in there and something being wrong was quite overwhelming but Ant did a really good job of distracting me and keeping me calm.
We went into the ultrasound room and straight away the lovely sonographer showed us our baby’s heartbeat. I knew it must be fine as I’d been kicked to death that morning but after losing a baby there is always that niggle in the back of your mind.
Once the sonographer finished her little chat with us she asked if we wanted to know the gender of the baby and after one final check with Ant, I told her we did. She told us she would do all the checks she needed to and then we would find out. As she did a full-length check of the baby both me and Ant turned to each other and smiled. Ant mouthed to me, “I think I might know what it is.” I was pretty sure I did too.
As she went about looking at all the bits she needed to check, baby kept tossing and turning over and getting into the most awkward of positions. I had to lay on my side, and turn over and all sorts but eventually she had checked everything and everything seemed perfectly as it should be. The relief was huge.
Then the sonographer asked if we wanted to know the sex still. We said yes, but that we thought we already knew. She laughed and replied “It was pretty obvious wasn’t it. It’s a boy!”
This scan was so different to our 20 weeks scan with Luca. He laid perfectly still and well behaved, whereas this little boy spent the whole time wiggling and flipping and turning. I think we may have our hands full with this one.
We called at the shops for a little baby grow to surprise Luca with on the way home, that said Little Bro-saurus on it, in the hope to soften the blow for him. He was desperate for a sister. But he took the news really well and in just a week has really come around to the idea of having a little brother. He did exclaim when I told him, “Oh mummy, there are going to be four boys in the house”. Thanks for that kid.
I can’t wait for this little one to arrive safely into the world and make our Christmas even more special. But for now, I will just settle for all the reassuring kicks and flips that keep getting stronger by the day.