And her name is...

It didn't take long to establish she was a girl. We checked to make sure three times. Everytime it just got clearer and clearer, as it became certain that there were no boy bits. Just a beautiful little girl.

We called her Ava Francis after her grandma. Grandma Fran was an amazing lady who I never had the pleasure of meeting, but she seemed to touch lives whereever she went. Even my mother in law told me she was spoilt to have been blessed by such a wonderful mother-in-law, and Steve and Gary's faces soften every time "Nana" is mentioned.

This is Steve with his Nana. So Ava Francis Herr it is. I couldn't take the credit for Ava, that was Steve's choice. And I never thought I'd be mad about Francis in a girl's name ever, but it seems to fit perfectly.

NB: After posting this I recieved an email from Aunt Loeta who told me I might want to know that her name was spelt Frances, and I may want to know that before inking it on the birth certificate...Even though I checked with FIL like 3 times, and he swore it was right !!! So infuriating, but glad to have it straightened out.

Is it pink or blue ?

Ok...So excuse me for feeling slightly nervous here...

For 13 weeks now, this little things swimming inside my tummy has been a prawn, a blob, a foetus and finally a wriggle. Something that seemed cute in theory but nothing overtly realistic. I could have probably gotten away with telling people my swelling belly was one too many trips to red robin.

But it wouldn't happen like that. Twinges and tugs, like someone is using my ligaments as a hammock, reminded me that there is something smaller, but so much bigger than me.

Tonight we find out. It's no longer the thing. It's either a boy or a girl. Pink or Blue. Football or Ballet ? Stay tuned.....

A Thump ?

A Thump ?
So the wriggle has been jumping on my pelvic floor for some time now. Not so much kicks, more twinges behind my belly button or a kick to the muscles in my groin when I play country music too loud.

But lately, it has been making it's presence more known, like softly beating from the inside skin of a drum. And Steve finally felt it too last night. I think its' kind of sweet that despite being all rough and tough, when I ask him excitedly to give me his hand to put on my belly, he touches so gingerly. But last night that wasn't going to cut it.

"No...You need to push harder. Like this", as I pushed firmly into where I thought we would find some action. He sat there for a few moments, until his eyes opened wide and I sat "Did you feel that ?!?!" to which he responded "Was it like....a Thump?"

"That's our baby!" I said smiling at him, glad to finally have brought him full circle into this great secret I am carrying.

"Wow." he said. Yep, wow indeed.

Stay tuned for big reveal on Friday. We finally get to find out if baby looks best in pink, or blue.
Stay blessed.