You spend the whole of your 1st trimester wishing time away to get to your 12 week scan to make sure everything is OK & that you are properly pregnant (despite the dozen positive pregnancy tests) and therefore not craving cookies for no reason.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve done a ton of research online to know what to expect… yes, there’s going to be jelly & a scanning machine, they’ll check dates, fluid at the back of the neck blah blah blah. However, what they don’t tell you:
- You drink pints of water & hold it in for hours to find your scan is delayed. You spend 30 minutes trying not to wet yourself only to be told you didn’t need a full bladder.
- You should be proud. Your underwear game is probably is probably the strongest it’s been in months. Nothing worse than feeling judged for your smalls.
- Everyone thinks you’re crying with joy. It’s actually the prospect of a little human growing inside of you which is going to have to come out sooner or later.
- You spend the whole time straining your neck to see the monitor, only to find a big screen plastered across the wall next to you… right at the end of your appointment.
- The movement of your due date, even if only by a couple of days, will feel like an eternity.
- You’ll be too busy working out the nub theory to check out the vital things the nurse is pointing out – like arms, legs etc.
- You’re convinced your baby looks way bigger than it should. Especially after all of the books tell you it’s now a lime, fig, lemon, whatever…
- Having spent your whole life trying not to get pregnant, you can’t help but feel like a naughty teen who’s about to be told off, even though you’re in your THIRTIES.
- Once you’ve seen the heartbeat, every other word the nurse says will go in one ear & out the other as you mentally prepare your Facebook status update.
It’s actually amazing to see ‘it’ swimming around in there, flipping and spinning & doing all kinds of gestures with their hands. No matter how hard you try, you go in a normal woman & come out one of ‘those’ pregnant women who clutches their stomach. It’s actually pretty awesome. Just do yourselves a favour & don’t drink gallons before you go.