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16Sep 11

Week 29 – the seven month scan

BabyCentre facts
Baby’s weight – almost the size of a butternut squash and weighing just under 1.2kg
Length – 38.6cm, head to heel


Doctors and nurses aside, does anyone ever really feel at ease in a hospital?

I don’t. For starters, there’s the negative connotations we all associate with them – surely having a baby is the only time its ‘good’ to be in one.

And there is something about waiting rooms that brings out all my nervous energy.

I know I am not the only one. I have looked into the eyes of fellow mums-to-be in the maternity unit, and I’ve seen the apprehension as they wait for their names to be called.

Yes, there is definitely tension in that waiting room – that said, I fear that the majority of it stems from me.

I am one of life’s worriers and it’s hard for me not to panic on the day of our monthly scans.

I don’t know why – I have had a brilliant, uncomplicated pregnancy. But I suppose feeling anxious about my son is a natural part of becoming a mother.

The seven-month appointment was no different. I started pacing the room until Chris pointed out that I was making everyone else feel really uncomfortable.

Of course all of my worries disappeared as soon as the scan started.

It’s the most amazing thing to see our son on the screen, and I love to be able to watch him wriggle around… Or not, in this case.

Clearly saving all his energy for his favoured nocturnal activities, our baby boy slept throughout the entire scan.

And I was totally smitten; I have watched the 30 second video of him doing absolutely nothing no less than 30 times.

Our son is a very healthy happy little boy, the doctor said, and everything is progressing perfectly.

That was the good news. He then told me that I had had some “bad” blood tests results following my dreaded diabetes test and that I needed to come in the next week for more.

Turns out that by ‘more’ he means four – in three hours. I cannot think of a less enjoyable way to spend a morning. But I will be brave and think of the bigger picture –it’s becoming my pregnancy mantra.

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