Spot the difference – the past 30 odd hours:


  1. Meet with the gynae and check on my healthy little girl
  2. Attend the much anticipated 4D scan with my husband
  3. Collect Primary school enrolment forms for Logan and submit these (either same day or the next day)
  4. Long lovely brunch with my darling husband
  5. Drive to Northgate Post Office to collect Kalahari parcel that as sent to the sender’s address instead of the delivery address.  (story for another day)
  6. Have a bit of a rest
  7. Fetch Logan from school and take him to the nurse who will be administering his immunizations (we are playing a bit of a catch up game)
  8. Lazy evening at home

Actual rely of the day’s events:

  1. Met with the gynae and checked on my healthy little girl, again confirmed as 99% girl (that is a 9% increase from the last visit)
  2. Proceeded to radiology room to view my baby girl in the 4D scan.  Unfortunately she was not up for showing herself, so once I rolled from side to side multiple times, hoping to catch a glimpse of what she will look like and only seeing the following, we decided to come back after lunch and try again.
  3. Collected the enrolment forms from the primary school, only to notice that what was not specified on their website, is now mandatory to be an unabridged birth certificates, when I have an abridged birth certificate for Logan (“It is like 10 thousand spoons when all you need is a knife…”)
  4. I little lunch with my darling husband and an inability to sit still.  Followed by a caffeine and sugar overdose in order to wake and energize a little baba into showing her face.
  5. A little drive around Pretoria to run a couple of other errands that we could fit in available time before the afternoon 4D scan is due.
  6. No rest.  4D scan.  At first we baba still seems uncooperative and unwilling to show her face.  Up until she opens her legs to show the genital area.  Instead of seeing the female baby’s genitals we are presented with male genitals (from a couple of different angles)  Undeniably we are having a boy and once we acknowledge he as a him, he decides to show us his face.  (Typical Man!)
  7. Fetched Logan from school and told him his will have another brother sibling instead of a sister.  He wasn’t too phased and really only wanted to know the amount of sleeps he will need to wait until his brother comes.  Nurse made me pay for the vaccination (holy moly they are pricey) and I will claim back from the medical aid. 
  8. Spent the evening at home thinking of boy names/ boy nursery themes and a little cry over the girl we thought we were having.

26 Weeks vs. 29 Weeks

When looking at best friend’s photos of her pregnant belly one can see a defining difference from the photo taken at 26 weeks and 28 weeks.  Naturally I have been holding my breath up until now – 29 Weeks in order to see whether this pattern will have the same effect with me.

I can report that there most certainly is a difference between 26 weeks and 29 weeks, however nothing too dramatic in my opinion:

I have to report being 29 weeks pregnant that I am relieved that I am this far, day-dreaming for the next 10 weeks to pass swiftly and petrified the baby comes too early!

I can say for certain that I am trusting the medical professionals that have been telling me my baby is a girl.  We’ve been shopping girl; deciding on a name girl and planned a girly nursery!  We’ve been speaking to a little girl and our boys are referring to the baby by name.

We’ve come a long way!

Tomorrow we are off to see the gynae and afterwards we will have a 4D scan.  I am positively thrilled!















Labour your way…

20 weeks

I haven’t said much in the last couple of weeks pertaining to our Gynecologist.  In fact the last time I mentioned him was roughly 10 weeks ago when I introduced the matter of him refusing me the option of natural birth.

At our 17/18 week check up, K mentioned the fact that I wasn’t happy with my limited options regarding our baby’s birth.  We hoped that he would come to some kind of agreement where he would allow me to try natural birth and or that he would refer us to an alternative doctor, who he would recommend.

Instead we got a temper tantrum that puts my 5 year old *during any stage of his childhood development up until now* to shame.  Frankly I cannot remember much of the 45 minute lecture, only that it went back and forth, weighing all kinds of different scenarios of what can/ may and will happen if we chose either option.

All it managed to do was piss me off and confuse the living sh*t out of Kobus.  Not very nice!

I can remember after all that how K and I needed to reassure each other, that we will do whatever is best for the baby, within my capabilities.  With the best medical guidance we can find.  With that we made an appointment at another gynae.

A couple of interesting facts about the new gynae, before I go on:

  1. My medical aid recommended him (bonus)
  2. K already knows him in his line of work, although he mainly deals with the gynae’s wife.
  3. My gynae and the new gynae are back up’s for each other when the other person is sick/ on leave.

We had the appointment with the new gynae on Tuesday.  In retrospect I think K and I, should have walked in there saying:  “We are not happy with our current doctor.  We are in the market for a new doctor.  And we hope the new doctor will be you.”  Instead we were trying to say that in a nice way, which confused him as to whether we wanted a second opinion or not.

The one thing that was lovely about him, was when we got past all the general and past medical questions, was that he was completely open to the probability of natural birth.  He said, we will have our big scan on 24 weeks and another on 28 weeks and there we will decide!  This was awesome!  We get to decide.  No lecture, no tantrum.  Just a plain and simple we will see…

After this we saw the little one in what I would call a way too short scan session.  We saw the little one.  Healthy, feisty and kicking.  We tried to see the genitals and the lack of wobbly bits makes the doctor think this is a girl.  He gave us a 90% chance of a girl.

I am sick of waiting.  I cannot wait any longer and so I will go out and buy as many pink outfits as I can. (and keep the tags and slips!)

****  Am I the only one who thinks 90% isn’t 100%?  Am I the only one freaking out at the thought of having to wait 4 more weeks to find out?  ***

P.S.  I have started a Baby Bump page..  follow the link to see more pictures :)