Sunday, 26 July 2009
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Friday, 24 July 2009
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Due date of Friday 19th March has been confirmed.
We're going to be dealing with St. Mary's in Paddington.
She can travel at 3 months, which we'd figured given he'd already given us the all clear for Thailand at 7 months, but Phil (Kate's Dad) had told us to check just in case. Thank goodness.
She needs to be careful about doing any exercise that raises her core temperature (which I think both Body Pump and Bikram Yoga, but I've been shouted down).
She's allowed one glass of wine a day.
And Dr. Milne said he could guarantee that it isn't twins, as Kate isn't sick enough.
I'm in mourning.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
We've set the cat amongst the pigeons with the prospective grandparents on the subject of who’s going to be called what.
We’ve set both Roskills and Harrises a target of the August Bank Holiday weekend (when the 8 of us will be down at Heatherfield) to come to us with suggestions for what they'd like to be called.
‘Grannie’ is out (my maternal grandmother has that one) and ‘Granama’ is what we call my paternal grandmother.
The final call will of course rest with the parents.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Mum is into full grandmotherly overdrive and is getting an ancient 1950s pram upholstered, that’s been around since my Dad and his sisters were babes in arms.
Not for day-to-day use, you understand, (totally impractical and not enough modcons) but for us to put the twins in when they come down to Heatherfield.
Not a bad response from Mum, less than 24 hours after having been told.
Photo of the pram in its current state to follow.
Monday, 13 July 2009
Dr Milne said 'congratulations' to Kate.
Which was nice and has started to renew my faith in the NHS, which took a bit of a battering last night while I was reading a couple of mums' posts on some pregnancy forums. They'd have killed for a 'congratulations'.
Apparently we’re 4 ½ weeks pregnant, so we were only a week out. Although Kate forgot to ask what the due date is (but we think it's 19th March 2010).
He’s also okay’d our trip to Thailand over Christmas when Kate will be 7 months pregnant. Apparently she’ll be feeling better then than at any other time during the 9 months. Watch this space...
It’s an easy wind-up, but twins are in the family.
Kate’s dreading the possibility, but I think it'd would be fantastic (although to be fair, I haven't really thought through the repercussions).
Weird leaving Kate to go to work, for the first time since this momentous news. We’ve both been itching to tell someone all day, but know we can’t (or rather, shouldn't).
Kate not best pleased about me shoving an article in this morning's papers under her nose about the pain of birth being a ‘good’ thing for mothers to go through:
Then I made a pot of filter coffee, but only allowed her to have the one cup.
Maybe I’m being a little over-exuberant.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Kate’s scarily quick-witted response to the result of the second pregnancy test confirming that yes, she is pregnant.
[Under no circumstances am I ever allowed to say that 'we' are pregnant. That was made very clear. Very early on.]
It wasn't exactly planned. Not at all planned in fact, but we did spent much of Friday and Saturday (which involved two 4 hour car journeys to and from a wedding in Wales) talking about starting to try and start a family.
Oh, the irony.
But apparently I'm still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Needless to say we were straight onto the internet to try and work out due date (Friday 12th March 2010), the size of our now blastocyst (8 – 10mm) and how much alcohol Kate is allowed to drink every week (nothing, if I have my way).
We have a number of significantly boozy events / lunches / nights out coming up over the next few weeks, so there'll be some serious fudging going on to explain why Kate isn't drinking. And it's all made that much more difficult by Kate's constant cries of "But I've got a few parties left in me yet!".
I don't think she's come round to the idea just yet.