It has been weeks and weeks since my last post. Oops.
I will be 23 weeks in less than two days. Morning sickness has gotten so much better, but I can still not yet say with certainty that it is completely gone. I feel that I will either be confident of that soon, or that I may just be a little 'iffy' for the remainder of this pregnancy. Time will tell.
We have had confirmation again that our little belly bubba is indeed a girl! I know, I know... I just can't believe it. I never saw myself as the Mum of a girl, so it is still a surprise to me. If I am being perfectly honest, I think there was a touch of gender disappointment there, when we found out. Don't get me wrong, from the get go I felt this baby WAS a girl (100% success rate), but I was hoping for another boy. This baby was always intended, first and foremost, as a friend and ally for Jackson. I always pictured that as being a brother for him... and not so much a sister. This is probably tainted by the fact that I had two older brothers who were as thick as thieves, and I (as the only girl and youngest) always felt on the outer.
Most people can't believe when I say this, as we have a 'pigeon pair' and are so lucky. Yes, we are. We truly are ridiculously lucky, no matter what our children's genders are. I have come to the realisation that I think a sister will be perfect for Jack. He gets to be the only boy and do his 'boy things' and the baby gets to be the only girl and do her 'girl things' while still having each other to relate to and play with.
We are truly blessed.
On another note, I am so happy to have been accepted in to the Mater Midwifery Group Program. This basically means that all my care will be under the guidance of the midwives and I don't require any alternate, medical appointments. Which is awesome. Less things to have to drag a two year old around to. Appointments are conducted in a group setting, which is also used as information sessions. Also, as long as bubba's pregnancy remains as trouble free as currently and providing her birth is also straightforward... I can go home in as little as four hours afterwards (insert fist pump here). I was extremely lucky with Jackson's birth, so am hoping for the same luck with this one. I know that all I wanted to do (after Jack was born and I had showered), was go home. My Ob was amazing and let me go the afternoon after Jack was born. It is not for everyone, to be sure... but I felt so much more settled when I got home. I feel that with a two year old to consider this time as well, it will be a very similar scenario. That is the plan, anyhoo.