sickness…. I was watching repeats of One Born Every Minute I’d recorded on Sky and suddenly wished I wasn't.
My partner was working away and my friend was due round the following morning for our ‘Friday Lunch Club’.
As Claire arrived, I mentioned that I needed to stop at the chemist on the way…. The words had barely left my lips
when she stated “You’re not pregnant again?”… “I don’t know!”, I said, “but I’d rather know sooner, rather than later.”
So off we went.
I think at that point hysteria set in, I smiled, laughed and cried, in that order, in very quick succession.
Was I happy? I think so… So why was I crying? What would my partner think…? What would he say?
I remember slip sliding down the garden path in the snow, the positive test in my bag and noticing the curtains in the bedroom were drawn… He was home. He’d been travelling all night and was home.
Claire had kept Amelia so I could break the news and we could chat in peace…
I crept upstairs like a naughty child, opened the bedroom door and just as he turned over to see me, I threw the test at his head… “I’m pregnant!” I said. “What? Again?” He replied, shocked. And that was that, I climbed into bed and we had a cuddle while I cried for a bit.
The pregnancy wasn’t great, I was poorly a few times, and trying to pick up a 12 month old with a bump the size of a small blue whale, was somewhat difficult, but for every obstacle, I knew at the end, we’d have our beautiful baby boy.
I went through that stage at the end when you become huge, are no longer walking but waddling, and everyone’s telling you “Oooh not long now!!”
The truth, I ended up two weeks over and wanting to kill everyone who made comment at the bump. To say I was hormonal would be an understatement.
I tried everything – hot curries, walking, speed bumps, sex… nothing worked! NOTHING!!
I then had to be induced, spent nearly 48 hours in labour followed by an emergency C-Section. The perfect birth….
When they handed Will to me…He looked huge, he had a pointy head, squinty eyes, thick black hair and a slight yellow tinge to his skin. He looked chinese, which, when both you and your partner are reasonably fair and your first child was absolutely beautiful and so fair she looked bald, it was a bit of a shock.
In all honesty, he had the face only a mother could love, but I did. He might have looked like a monkey, but he was my monkey and he was perfectly healthy and wonderful. He filled the baby tank they gave me to put him in, but he was perfect.
I’m proud to confirm that after a couple of weeks, his thick black hair turned in to thick blonde hair and face straightened out. He’s now a handsome little chap, but every mother would say that about their son, right?
Let the adventures begin....