After finally finishing my university exams (though I’m yet to find out if I have passed), it was time for me to finish work and concentrate on getting ready for the arrival of the new baby. Needless to say I’m nowhere near as organised as I was last time around, but this time I’ve been so busy with Trent, the pregnancy just seems to have flown by.

With eight weeks to go I had to return to hospital for another scan because my placenta had been lying very low. The scan revealed that it was still lying low, and so I was told to come back a fortnight later when they would have one last look and decide whether or not I needed to have a caesarean. I had assumed that this birth would be similar to Trent’s, but now I was hit by the realisation that I might not have this baby naturally, and I went in to overdrive panicking. I was worried about how long I would need to be in hospital, whether I would need a longer recovery period, and if so how Trent and dad would cope. I also wasn’t sure if I would be awake or asleep during the labour, and if it would hurt afterwards. The questions were endless!

I returned to the hospital at 34 weeks, but this time saw a different nurse. After taking a look she asked why I had need another scan. I explained and she said that the baby’s head was engaged and ready to go, and that my placenta was as it should be! I couldn’t believe it, and in a way I’m still a bit sceptical, but I’ve stop panicking and have calmed down. Whatever will be will be – if the baby doesn’t want to enter the world naturally that’s just life and I will deal with it.