Part 1
~~ Kicky Kid ~~

When I was confirmed pregnant in October 1997 for the third time, I was ecstatic. I after two missed miscarriages just on four years ago, which at the time had not bothered me........much. Now they seem to play on my mind. This time I made the decision I was going to have this much longed for baby. My husband however, took a few day's to get used to the idea. He reasoned that this was all very unplanned. We would have to start making arrangements for our as yet undated wedding and he felt the physical, emotional and financial stress and pressures were problems we didn't need. However after a few very emotional discussions we both agreed that the time was right and it was meant to be. We immediately started to arrange our wedding plans and after many interstate phone calls to our relatives our wedding date was finally agreed and set for Saturday the 17th of January 1998. I wasn't too well for the first few months of my pregnancy with morning sickness and dizziness on and off during the days and restless uneasy nights, however I was so happy to be pregnant that it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Our wedding plans were coming along well and the extra time at home was turning out to be quite handy. Within two months I had our wedding organised and aside from a few small details the day was coming together. Our first ultrasound was to be at 18 weeks, just 1.5weeks before our wedding and I waited paitently for the day. I remember reading that the first kicks or movements often occur anytime from around 16 weeks on but are more often than not missed until the baby has grown a little more. I distinctly remember the first time I felt a kick, it was about a week before my ultrasound and it certainly eased my inquisitive mind. I was so excited I begged for the tiny being within me to do it again and he did. From then on we would play all the time and our baby was affectionately known as our Kicky Kid. I would poke at him and he would kick or poke back, sometimes he would be so active that Aaron would whisper to him 'Hey buddy, stop kicking your mum' and he would! I had a feeling that I was having a boy, Aaron didn't want to believe it, even after our ultrasound technician confirmed my suspicion by 90%. Aaron just refused to believe, he so much wanted a son that he thought if he didn't believe it then it might be so. At the time it was logical to him :) Our ultrasound went fine, aside from the technician complaining that our bub wouldn't stay still long enough for her to measure him. I can still remember the proud look on Aaron's face as we watched our baby wriggling around on the screen moving his arms and legs around. It even looked as if he gave us a big wave, with his hand way up over his head. They estimated our babies gestational age at 17.5 weeks and I was given an expected delivery date of 13/06/98. In the following week and a half I did stress myself out a little more than necessary with last minute wedding panic's but nothing that seemed to cause any side effects.

Part 2 - The Wedding

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