Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
This baby is making me fat...
By Susanne Remic on 19 Oct 2011
My appetite is huge at the moment! I am constantly hungry, morning sickness is well and truly behind me and my shopping bill is growing steadily. I was never like this with my son, which makes me wonder...
I think it’s a girl. I had a healthy appetite when I was pregnant with my daughter too and I put on so much weight that it took almost nine months to lose it again. With my son, I was so sick for so long that I barely ate and was comfortably back in my jeans almost straight away. So it must be a girl, right?
The 20 week scan went really well and my husband and I resisted the urge to find out the gender. At the end, the sonographer actually said that she wasn’t sure herself, since the baby was sleeping throughout and in the wrong position. I was secretly pleased that nobody at all will know until the he/ she is born now. Also, my husband has asked if he can make the announcement, which I think will be lovely. I’ve already told him it’s a girl though...
I’m getting fat. Not just pregnant, but round all over. There is no neat little bump for me. There is none of that being unable to tell I am pregnant from behind. I am not all bump in one place. I am all bumps in lots of places! Aaagghh! Also, my very prominent ‘main bump’ is a lot bigger than in previous pregnancies. A colleague was recently visibly shocked when she discovered how many weeks I had left until the big day.
‘Maybe its twins?’ she suggested.
Nope, only one in there. One fairly big (for me) baby. A girl. So big that my belly-button has become an outy. That’s big. That’s a girl, for sure. Now, where did I leave those cakes....
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