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Summer week 22

What a week its been.
Last saturday i managed to throw my back out cutting my hedges back. This was probably not the most intelligent thing i have ever done and probably not the kind of job a pregnant lady should be doing but it seemed like a good idea at the time. So for the last week i have been hobbling around like a 90 year old and it takes me a got 5 minutes to stand up from a seated position. The good thing that came out of this is that i now admit defeat and may start to take it easy like i have been told. I can't bear another week of pain like this. The worst part is that i cannot even take anything for the pain - not even deep heat.
Had my nephew stay over on saturday night. He is only 5 but is one of the most enchanting kids i have ever met. So i got in some practice. Think Phil has some things to learn about patience but apart from that he is great with him too.
Back to my baby and the news that everyone was waiting to hear (i suspect not). I had the scan yesterday and i am having a baby girl!! I did want a girl slightly more than a boy (obviously would not have been disappointed if it had been a boy though) so i am over the moon. Phils family are really happy too as they have no girls on their side of the family so phils mum especially is so happy. Phil didn't quite react the way i had thought he would but its for one of two reasons (in my opinion). Either he is gutted coz it means i was right and he was wrong or its because he has never been around a little girl before and maybe is frightened about what he could do with her etc. I have tried to explain that he can still take her out to the football and play computer games with her especially if she ends up being anything like me when i was little. I was such a tomboy. I would rather be out playing football with the boys or playing in the mud than sat inside playing with dolls (in fact i only ever owned one doll, a cabbage patch kid, which i drew all over and hid in the wardrobe - god i hated dolls so much).
I also suspect that he was in slight shock as he was absolutely convinced it was going to be a boy. I do think he will be a very doting dad and will spoilt her loads. She will be daddy's girl for definite. Oh in case you were wondering Phil didn't leave the room yesterday when they told me the sex so he does know.
The scan was good (pictures on my page). Although she rolled over half way through and wouldn't roll back so i had to go away and walk about for 20 minutes and come back in the hope she had moved. Thankfully she did move otherwise i still would not know what the sex was. Everything is in proportion, normal, and in proper working order.
We have decided a first and middle name but will keep it to myself for now as i may change my mind later on.
She is still kicking ALL the time. Phil finally felt a kick last night, hopefully he will feel plenty more. I am definitely getting bigger and am starting to find the high heels difficult... ballet pumps here i come - but don't anyone call me short....!
My mum went to another carboot sale and found me a lovely rocking chair which i am sure will get plenty of use at 2am feeds! Also my dad has bought us a lovely second hand pushchair which has so many gadgets i just hope i remember how to use them all. I am ordering a wardrobe and chest of drawers in a few moments so most of the big things are all done now. Can start getting bibs, bottles, blankets etc now...
I kinda feel that its all systems go now and its full steam ahead. Only 4 months (18 weeks) left...
Its Phils birthday tomorrow so i suspect we will be busy but saturday night he is going to Bournemouth for a stag do so i plan to take advantage and have a pampering evening with baths salts and lots of chocolate - every girl should spoil herself from time to time.
Don't forget to have a peak at the scan pictures and have a great bank holiday weekend!
Mum to be
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