So, yes… I have news – or rather, WE have news… the Richmond family, is soon(ish) to become a family of four… we’re expecting baby number two!
I won’t lie, it did come as a bit of a shock. It’s not like we weren’t planning to have a second, at some point. Truth be told, Richmond Daddy was ready for baby number two when Richmond Baby was about 6-months old. I on the other hand, well, I didn’t feel “in the zone”. In fact, one year on from Richmond Baby’s arrival and I still felt very much like a new mum (still do in many ways), so the idea of planning baby number two seemed faintly ridiculous to me (still kind of does in many ways!).
Some of you will know that the path to having Allegra wasn’t always the smoothest. I had a very straight-forward pregnancy with her, but prior to that had lost two babies one after another across a two-year period: one at 19 weeks, after having to opt for a termination when the baby was diagnosed with triploid, and another at 7 weeks through a miscarriage. It was a tough time. I thought we’d truly never get there. And I tried so hard not to feel anything but happiness for those around me who were merrily having babies and saying “I couldn’t believe it, I just fell pregnant straight-away” and the like. Of course I was happy for them, I just struggled with the fact that it wasn’t me. Again.
So, I certainly never thought I’d be one of those women who just “fell pregnant”, without even thinking about it, planning for it, having acupuncture in desperation to try and will it to happen. But, this time around, that’s exactly what happened!
We hadn’t “started trying”, in fact I was continuing to tell anyone who’d listen that I just wasn’t ready yet, wasn’t “in the zone”. I never thought for a minute it would happen without active planning and trying. It didn’t really even cross my mind. And after being pregnant in 2008 (and losing the baby), and 2009 (and losing the baby), and 2010/2011 (and successfully having Allegra!), I was happy to enjoy a year without (a) being pregnant, (b) trying to be pregnant, (c) failing to be pregnant, (d) getting over the fact I was no longer pregnant and having to start all over again. I was enjoying just not thinking about anything to do with being pregnant!!
Then… about a week after I’d been on a hen do to Barcelona, enjoying drinking copious amounts of Cava over
breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Not to mention the odd Jagerbomb, ahem, well it WAS a hen do. I was brushing my teeth before bed and the thought “hmmm, when was my last period?… have I had one this month?…” popped into my head. Struggling to pin-point the date, I decided I’d dig out a pregnancy test from the back of my wardrobe (I still had a stash from before) and double-check, just to put my mind at rest. I was 99.9% convinced that not in a blue moon would it read positive, I didn’t even tell Richmond Daddy that I was about to do the test (I knew he’d tell me not to, unless I thought I actually might be… “waste of money” he’d say – he is an accountant after all…), but do the test I did, and then I carried on getting ready for bed.
A cursory glance at the wee-d upon stick a few minutes later, just before I hopped into bed, and it read: POSITIVE, 3+ Weeks…..?!?!??!???!!!!????!??! I literally thought I was going to drop down onto the bathroom floor in shock. I. Could. Not. Believe. It. And after staring at the stick for what seemed like ages, with my heart pounding and time appearing to stand still, I swore quite a lot and then ran downstairs and thrust the stick towards Richmond Daddy (I had dried it by this point, just to clarify!). He was shocked, speechless for a moment, then just laughed and whooped, and (from vague memory) sort of punched the air and said “yippee”.
So that was it. Baby number two, on the way. It had happened, I had “just fallen” pregnant. And for anyone out there who may be trying to get pregnant who’s reading this, truly I understand how irritating that might sound, but honestly, that’s how it was this time around and nobody could be more shocked about it than me!
While I knew it was something to feel overjoyed about, I can’t deny that it took a bit of getting used to on my part. I was loving just having the luxury of focusing 100% of my love and energy on Allegra (oh, and Richmond Daddy also of course… sometimes) and couldn’t imagine how I could manage to give as much to another baby, and I was worried (still am a bit) about ending the time where it’s just me and my little girl (oh, and Richmond Daddy of course…), just the two of us (ahem, three of us). I’d also only been back at work about 5-months and by and large had settled back into the madness of working life and it was going pretty well, good in fact, and I just didn’t feel ready to leave all that behind again so soon. Oh, and also, I wasn’t over-joyed about having to give up wine again… (happy to forego the Jaegerbombs though…).
So yes, it did take a bit of getting used to, I’ll admit, and I walked around in a state of shock for probably the first 6 weeks: I was 6 weeks pregnant when I found out, so another 6 weeks of being in denial/shock, took me to 12 weeks and my first scan quite speedily – which was a bonus!
Once we made it to the 12 week scan and we saw bouncing bubba number two right there on the screen, jumping and kicking, and waving, it suddenly felt so much more real and SO EXCITING! They estimated my due date at 25th January 2013… yes, that means that as I write this, I am in fact 21 weeks now – so already half way through! Allegra will be a month shy of her second birthday if baby number two comes on time (I suspect another late arrival, Allegra was 2-weeks late and had to be induced, and STILL didn’t want to come out!). This faintly terrifies me… a toddler AND a baby… eeek!! Somebody tell me that it’ll be okay…. please!!
So, here I am, 21 weeks pregnant, feeling very excited now and very lucky, and fully adjusted to the idea that we’re not far off welcoming a new addition to the family. I had my anomaly scan on Friday and I’m pleased to report that all appears as it should: so far so good and all looking normal for this stage in the pregnancy (loving the word “normal” right now).
Oh, and of course, one last thing to reveal…. IT’S A GIRL!!!