Baby Stevenson


Welcome to this little blog all about the development of baby Stevenson, who is due on 20th March 2010!

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4th August 2009

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I’m reading this book at the moment and LOVING it! Baby Stevenson is at 7 weeks as of tomorrow…very exciting! Yesterday I had to have the day off work as I threw up without even eating for the first time - it was just scrummy bile! Today hasn’t been too bad on the nausea front and I’ve kept down all my meals so far. I’ve had this bizarre desire for pancakes, which is very odd as I am HATING the idea of anything remotely sweet at the moment (no to chocolate, no to sweets, no to coca cola, no even to savoury products that might taste a BIT sweet). It’s ALL about the savoury at the moment (LOVING dry toast and breadsticks!)…dinner was mash with sausages, but I ended up giving my one and a half sausages to Nathan (I managed half!) as I decided they disgusted me. The thought of any pig product seems to be bothering me….Nazarite baby???! I’m off to the docs in the morning as I may have a urinary tract infection (pleasant) but apparently they are rather common in the preggers. At the moment I am thanking God for this MIRACLE. The same hands that flung stars into space are shaping a little life inside of me. And I’m just praying that this baby will be ALL for His Glory. The baby’s (or babies’…I mean, we still don’t KNOW!) brain(s) is (are….hahahaha this could get tiring, shall we stick to one baby til we know different?) growing at 100 cells per second. And it’s little mouth gets formed this week, with a tongue and teeth! And he/she/they are 10,000 times bigger than at conception, now meant to be about the size of a grape (I think bigger…). This is also the week in which the baby starts to produce it’s own blood type, and it’s little liver is creating masses of red blood cells. It’s little fingers and toes should be all webby, and it’s intestines and appendix should be fully formed. Absolutely amazing stuff. More than worth not being able to have dippy eggs or feeling rubbish at the idea of doughnuts :-) I’m amused by my grumpy sleep at the moment, poor Nathan is having to put up with me (apparently) flinging the duvet around and rolling over lots going ‘HRUMPH’ ‘UUUUUUNNNNNGGHH’ trying to get comfortable. Also getting up and going to the loo, and sipping water. Poor patient husband. I’m paranoid that I’m being mean to him, but he assures me I’m not. The hormonal changes are perhaps the most frustrating thing to deal with…I’ve never really be succeptible to PMS, maybe a bit over-emotional, but I’m now like that ALL OF THE TIME. I find myself wanting to cry on the bus randomly whilst reading and feeling lonely in spite of the fact that I’m EVIDENTLY never alone…I’ve got both Jesus AND baby there now. But as I said before….all of this pales in comparison to the wonder and thanks that I’m overcome with every time I think of this baby being knitted together in my womb.

I’m reading this book at the moment and LOVING it!

Baby Stevenson is at 7 weeks as of tomorrow…very exciting! Yesterday I had to have the day off work as I threw up without even eating for the first time - it was just scrummy bile! Today hasn’t been too bad on the nausea front and I’ve kept down all my meals so far.

I’ve had this bizarre desire for pancakes, which is very odd as I am HATING the idea of anything remotely sweet at the moment (no to chocolate, no to sweets, no to coca cola, no even to savoury products that might taste a BIT sweet). It’s ALL about the savoury at the moment (LOVING dry toast and breadsticks!)…dinner was mash with sausages, but I ended up giving my one and a half sausages to Nathan (I managed half!) as I decided they disgusted me. The thought of any pig product seems to be bothering me….Nazarite baby???!

I’m off to the docs in the morning as I may have a urinary tract infection (pleasant) but apparently they are rather common in the preggers.

At the moment I am thanking God for this MIRACLE. The same hands that flung stars into space are shaping a little life inside of me. And I’m just praying that this baby will be ALL for His Glory.

The baby’s (or babies’…I mean, we still don’t KNOW!) brain(s) is (are….hahahaha this could get tiring, shall we stick to one baby til we know different?) growing at 100 cells per second. And it’s little mouth gets formed this week, with a tongue and teeth! And he/she/they are 10,000 times bigger than at conception, now meant to be about the size of a grape (I think bigger…). This is also the week in which the baby starts to produce it’s own blood type, and it’s little liver is creating masses of red blood cells. It’s little fingers and toes should be all webby, and it’s intestines and appendix should be fully formed. Absolutely amazing stuff.

More than worth not being able to have dippy eggs or feeling rubbish at the idea of doughnuts :-)

I’m amused by my grumpy sleep at the moment, poor Nathan is having to put up with me (apparently) flinging the duvet around and rolling over lots going ‘HRUMPH’ ‘UUUUUUNNNNNGGHH’ trying to get comfortable. Also getting up and going to the loo, and sipping water. Poor patient husband. I’m paranoid that I’m being mean to him, but he assures me I’m not.

The hormonal changes are perhaps the most frustrating thing to deal with…I’ve never really be succeptible to PMS, maybe a bit over-emotional, but I’m now like that ALL OF THE TIME. I find myself wanting to cry on the bus randomly whilst reading and feeling lonely in spite of the fact that I’m EVIDENTLY never alone…I’ve got both Jesus AND baby there now.

But as I said before….all of this pales in comparison to the wonder and thanks that I’m overcome with every time I think of this baby being knitted together in my womb.