Today started with me being sad and jealous.
My sister’s friend was due a month after me and her baby arrived today.
I shouldn’t be jealous as I’m sure she would rather have cooked her baby a bit longer – being born at 30 weeks is obviously going to be a massive worry.
But I’m jealous as she got to meet her baby before me.
But now I’ve moved to happiness for her.
So I merrily go to my midwife appointment. For some reason today I was nervous. Normally I’m not but my brain was telling me to panic.
Baby was kicking up a storm so my nerves/adrenaline were apparently having an impact inside too.
All is ok… except my growth chart.
Baby/bump has been consistently well over the expected growth by at least 2 weeks.
Hubby and I had always suspected that there may be complications due to my height and build but honestly, I’d forgotten about them as everything has been going swimmingly.
I’ve been referred for a growth scan. My midwife feels it’s just because I’m short and petite (4ft11 and a size 6/8 before pregnancy) that bump is ‘bigger’ because there’s nowhere else to go but out.
But I can’t help being worried. What if we find out something is wrong with baby? What if baby is teeny tiny? What if baby is a giant?
I knew this day would come but it doesn’t mean I was prepared for it.