Starting Over

Just when I thought it was safe. Just as I could see light at the end of the tunnel. Just as we are nearing the bliss of no more nappies with our son, we go and get pregnant for a second time.  Don't get me wrong, this was no accident, we've been trying for a second child for some time.  There was a brief moment last year when the touch paper was lit, but sadly, as happens all too often, we miscarried very early.

I'd started to think that we were destined to be a three person family.  I think I had resigned myself to dealing with only child syndrome.  I'd even got the proper big boy Lego out of storage.  But I'm going to have to rethink my childcare strategy again, hide all sharp and small objects, as I am happy to announce that we are pregnant. 8 weeks to be precise*.

Today was our first visit to the Midwife so now it all feels official.  Plain sailing from here on in, right?  Wrong.  We're rightly nervous.  I know we've been through all of this before but we have had one scare already.  NHS Direct and the Early Pregnancy Unit both said it was nothing to worry about but after last year we are a little jumpy.

I hope to use this blog to chart our journey through the next 32 weeks.  To share my thoughts and fears about becoming a dad for the second time.  To give an insight into what I'm doing while the star of the show is being measured, probed, tested and has the world telling her how to live her life.  I'll also reminisce about the first time and how that almost ended in disaster.  Fingers crossed this will be a smooth ride.  Let the adventure begin.

*I'll come back to the vagaries of due dates on another post.