I feel like doing a drum roll but I can’t work out how to write it.
We had the 20 week scan today.
I was still beside myself with worry.
Every scan I have ever had, ever, I haven’t slept well the night before.
Boo was at nursery this morning and I had the choice of changing the bed or getting back in it.
I opted to get back in as I thought if I slept, the time would go quicker, a bit like waiting for Christmas.
We tend to always have a row on the way to scans.
Hubster didn’t come with me for the 12-week one this time as we’d had one in early pregnancy two weeks previously and I tend to pick my battles with him (he hates hospitals).
We are not one of those couples who attend every antenatal class together.
To be honest, we had cows when I gave birth to Boo and I did well him being at her birth at all as a cow was in labour too. Thankfully she crossed her back hooves for me so I could labour first.
So we’d had our customary driving row. Mostly about me hitting curbs-the usual.
We had to got to the hospital shop to get me a drink and to get change for the scan picture machine.
Then we had a bit of a laugh to be honest. Not the usual where I’m sat in silence saying Hail Mary’s to myself.
They called us in.
I held my breath until I could see the baby moving on the screen.
Boo kept looking at my tummy. I don’t think she quite understood that the baby on the screen was inside.
The sonographer checked the brain, heart, spine, face and said everything seemed fine.
Then came the important bit. The sex.
We had still been debating over whether to find out, right up to the wire.
No we didn’t find out.
It was very, very tempting. Much more so than when I was pregnant with Boo.
I do have another scan in two weeks so I suppose I could find out sneakily on my own.
I won’t though.
It can be….
This rainbow baby can keep us guessing until, hopefully, he or she is in our arms.
Verily Victoria Vocalises