Now we are back from the excitement of the holiday I have realised that there are only ten weeks to go until I’m due to have my second baby. The pregnancy has flown by and I am now starting to panic. I feel like I haven’t seen my midwife as much this time around but she assures me I have, and its just that I am so busy with other things that the time is going so quickly.

I haven’t thought of any names, and I haven’t even bought the double pram I will need – I keep getting side tracked whilst I am supposed to be looking for one! We need to sort out a nursery, my plan is to move the computer downstairs and turn that room into a nursery, but it’s still just a plan! Dad assures me everything will be ready in time, but I am not so sure.

I think part of the problem is that I did not realise I was pregnant until I was twelve weeks; last time around I was trying so hard to get pregnant it was on my mind constantly. My mind is working overtime like it did at this stage in my last pregnancy – I’m wondering what the baby will look like and if could I have done anything different to make sure the baby is healthy. During my first pregnancy I had morning sickness for the first five months, and then swollen ankles and a sore back for the rest of the time; this time around has been much easier but I do have to return for a third scan in a few weeks as my placenta is lying low. The midwife has reassured me that usually by the next scan it should have moved, but if it doesn’t I will more than likely need a caesarean. This concerns me as I will already be leaving Trent to go in to hospital, and if I do need to have a caesarean then I will be away for even longer, and then won’t be able to do as much when I come home. At least it would be a break though!

I have rhesus negative blood, so I have now reached the dreaded time when I not only need to have my blood taken more frequently, but I also need to have two Anti D injections in my bum before the birth, and – depending on the baby’s blood group – one after the birth. It isn’t pleasant and the first time around I was convinced that everything that could have gone wrong during pregnancy had gone wrong. I now realise that I am lucky to have Trent and another on the way, so I can live with a numb bum! I have read a lot of really awful stories of women not realising they were rhesus negative and the affects it can have, so it’s great that now there are things which can be done.

The next step for me is passing my MSc exams. I will sit when I am 33 weeks pregnant so I’m grabbing any second I can to revise…

Making the most of my little one before number two comes along!