Baby, you're making me tired....

Sunday June 17

Eight days ago Johnny and I got married and it was without a doubt the best day of our lives.

We both said it will only be topped by the little one being born but we’ve still got three months to get our heads around that as neither of us has stopped for the last couple of weeks.

Our first week of married life has been hectic and we have barely spent any time with each other.

In fact, as I write this Johnny is at his older brother’s with his family celebrating Father’s Day and I have just finished work for the weekend.

Both of us went back to work on Wednesday. Neither of us was happy about this but it would have been a massive waste of holiday to take the extra days when our honeymoon doesn’t start until tomorrow.

Plus, I have been down on the rota to work the weekend since the beginning of the year so it’s not like I didn’t know it was coming.

I think the problem was that I didn’t realise quite how tired I was going to be. The baby is growing and weighed 1lb 8ozs as of Thursday when we went four our second scan.

It’s also the wriggliest thing in the world and this week I have, among many other pokes and kicks, been jabbed in the ribs and my bladder has been used as a bongo drum – at least that’s what it feels like.

Even the sonographer got booted by the baby when she tried to have a look at it.

People don’t usually get scans at 25 weeks but because I found out so late they just wanted to check everything was growing as it should be – which it is.

Even its legs aren’t in the far bottom percentile any more which I think Johnny was happy about.

But the tiredness is overwhelming at times. I feel ready to drop by 3pm most days which is no good when you’re working and then on call until 10.30pm.

Yesterday I was up at 6.30am to do calls before getting the train to London, working an 11-hour shift and finally getting back home at 10.30pm.

I’ve said I’d do a double double shift in London when we get back from our honeymoon. I’m hoping I will be more relaxed so I’ll be able to last longer during the day but it does worry me that I won’t be able to keep my eyes open.

I think a lot of the tiredness has been down to this post-wedding week. I have had a lot of stress to deal with which means I haven’t really slept properly. I’ve had between four and five hours a night and it’s really starting to catch up with me. I have never needed a holiday so much in my life.

I am also looking forward to spending some quality time with my husband so we can relax and finally talk about what we need to do before the baby arrives.

It’s getting stronger every day and the kicks are getting harder. Its face has also changed over the past couple of weeks and its features looked different during the second scan. It was lovely to see it again and I still can’t believe it’s in there.

Johnny is getting more and more excited about becoming a father each day and loves talking to my belly. He’s going to make such an amazing dad and I love the fact that I am growing this little person that is made up of bits of me and him.

When we were told I couldn’t conceive the thought of not being able to give him a child broke my heart.

And although it would have devastated me, I gave him the option of leaving so he could find someone who could give him a child of his own. But he looked at me like I was mental and told me there was no way he would ever do that.

Now I can’t wait to meet this little one, although when he or she gets here I have no idea what we’re meant to do. But I suppose that’s what it’s all about.