|the first picture of Spud|
About 3 weeks ago, Mum popped in for a minute, and, in the way that only Mums can, asked me if I was pregnant, as I was apparently looking a little fat. ( My daughter is built like a starved stick and she had a grapefruit sized lump, I DID NOT tell her she was looking fat I told her she was looking pregnant. ) I assured her that, no, I certainly was not pregnant, and had just put on a little weight.
After she left, something was niggling away at me, and so I did a few minor mental calculations, and then a pregnancy test, just to make sure, you understand.
Well, it turns out that we are expecting baby number 5. You’d honestly think, that, after 4 kids, I’d be able to tell when I am pregnant, but obviously not, as, when we went for a dating scan this week, we discovered that I’m 17 weeks pregnant. Spud is due 8th March.
What a shock, to put it mildly. The air was well and truly blue in our house that night! This baby was not planned, as you can probably guess, but now that it’s sunk in, and we’ve got our head round the idea, we’re both excited, and more than a little bit terrified! Fifi is very excited, and can’t wait until baby is here, while Bob is not quite so enamoured by the idea, but he’s coming round to it. Minky and Dinky haven’t got the faintest idea what’s going to hit them, although I’m not sure us adults are quite sure what’s coming either!
Luckily, with the twins still being so small, we’ve still got some of their baby things, so won’t need to get much, and, while we only have three bedrooms, they’re all decent sizes, so we’ll be able to squeeze another in somewhere. The cars big enough (just) to fit us all, and we have two cars anyway for the odd occasion that we need an extra seat or two.
I’m currently telling myself that 5 can’t be that much more difficult than 4, surely, and, after managing newborn twins, a singleton will be dead easy, right? It still feels a little surreal really, I’ve had absolutely no pregnancy symptoms at all, no sickness, heartburn, pain, anything, so even though I’ve seen Spud during the scan, it could almost be happening to someone else. I’m sure once it gets a bit bigger and starts kicking and punching it’ll feel more realistic!
Practically, I’m not entirely sure how we’ll manage, hubby works at a local holiday park, meaning that March is when he starts to get busier again, which isn’t great timing, but with Fifi and Bob getting more and more independent, and, of course, the closeness of devoted grandparents (and the odd CBeebies session) I’m sure we’ll all be fine.
As someone wise told me recently, a baby brings more love and joy than it ever does stress and hardship.
That last sentence is very true, I can't wait for Spud to arrive and have the pleasure of the totally dependant new born snuggles again.
Had to laugh as Fifi has worked out that the twins will always be the twins and that this one will be on his/her own so mummy will have to have No6 to keep No5 company!!