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So, erm, yeah, this is happening. Our Panda.

The last bedroom to do in the house is the smallest one, which we’d always earmarked as a study.

The original estate agents pic - when used as a boy's room

The original estate agents pic – when used as a boy’s room

We stripped off it’s ancient wallpaper and got rid of the insipid blue colour. It was plastered a few weeks ago (yes, it was another artex ceiling) and then we spent ages choosing a colour scheme. Of course, it was set to be no ordinary study as we decided on:

Seriously, come on, isn’t that wallpaper just amazing for a feature wall? White furniture and gold accessories were the order of the day. We even spray painted Oly’s sad looking wooden penguin.

Doesn’t he look more majestic now he’s gold?!

I was all ready to order our carefully chosen paint and beautiful wallpaper and we’d even bought a white desk. And then we stopped.

The room has stood empty in its bare plastered state for the past 9 weeks.

We’ve told everyone we’re just having an uncharacteristic break.

We put down the wallpaper sample and paint chart and held our breath.

Because this happened:

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With various health complications and Mother Nature getting in the way we have spent years of watching our darling friends have beautiful babies, years of insensitive questioning and years of longing. And now, it would appear, it is finally our turn!!!

We wanted to wait until the 12 week scan before telling anyone particularly as the risk of losing our much-wanted baby was elevated. So we held our heavy, amazing secret between just the two of us. Honestly, they were the longest weeks of our lives.

I felt terribly grotty with constant nausea (particularly bad at 3am!). If I didn’t eat something at least every two hours it intensified. The smell of cooked veg (let alone the taste) – made it worse…and I’ve never been a fussy eater. I am sick to death of digestive biscuits. My existing back injury returned with a vengeance, I couldn’t sleep and was constantly exhausted. And yet, I loved every single one of these symptoms – I’d have probably put up with anything.

We longed to tell someone, anyone, but we didn’t. If we had to deal with any heartbreak it would’ve been easiest to deal with it alone. I talked to my mum every day though – pretty confident she could hear me – and finding myself missing her more than I ever thought would be possible.

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Hello Panda!

But then, finally, our scan date arrived and we saw our baby for the first time wriggling around and repeatedly staring at the screen.

Oly has decided we are actually having a panda as when he/she looked straight at us the dark eye sockets really did look like a panda. So that’s what he/she is currently called.

I stopped holding my breath and honestly thought my heart would burst. We practically floated out of the hospital.

We had a whirlwind week telling people our wonderful news and I was genuinely overwhelmed by the love from our friends – so many wonderful, beautiful comments about our suitability as parents. Clearly we’re not the only ones who have been waiting for this.

We haven’t even been out for a celebratory dinner yet, though we did have some friends round and champagne was popped! Note to self, insist to Husband we go out for a celebratory scoff.

Humph has been told and reassured that he will still get vast amounts of fuss and attention.

He seemed pretty content with the good news

He seemed pretty content with the good news

So, needless to say….the study will not be a study after all. I will not be getting my beloved Ocelot wallpaper, but maybe one day Panda will choose it for themselves?!! It’s certainly incredible timing – we’ve now done everything we need to in the house except the bathroom and the nursery which will get finished in the next couple of months.

Will the nursery be incredibly stylish and uber cool? Will it heck! It’s going to full of brightly coloured silliness, preferably in the form of critters. We dread drowning in a sea of baby blue, baby pink or other pastel sundae colours. Not in this house! The walls however will, of course, be Farrow and Ball.

Anyway, that’s our news. We’re simply overjoyed. And I guess it’s what really is going to make our house a home.

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