The 12 Week Scan

 Our 12 Week Scan – A Milestone Full of Emotion

Twelve weeks rolled around faster than I ever expected. Between planning a wedding abroad, making multiple trips to TDR Bridal in Halesowen for dress fittings (sorry again to my brilliant seamstress — those perfectly timed alterations didn’t quite anticipate a growing bump!), and ensuring we had all the necessary legal documents sorted, time really did fly.

In fact, it flew so fast that I didn’t even realise how far along I was. I walked into our scan on the 19th May 20205 expecting to be 11 weeks pregnant — but to my surprise, the sonographer let us know I was already 12 weeks. Baby had been busy growing away in there, and they even brought our due date forward from the 8th December 2025 to the 29th November 2025. A whole nine days earlier! That small change somehow made it all feel even more real.

We arrived at Evesham Community Hospital, and Graham met me in the car park. Hand in hand, we walked in together. I thought I felt calm. I told myself I felt calm. And I really believed it — until we sat down in the waiting room.

Even as I lay back and Baby Carter flickered onto the screen, I told myself I was chill. But the truth is, these scans will never just be scans for me. They will always come wrapped in layers of fear, anticipation, and hope. I envy people who can walk into a scan room and see it simply as a glimpse into their growing baby — without the weight of past grief lingering in the background.

As our little one appeared on the screen, I immediately noticed how much he’d grown since our 8-week scan (I say hebecause I have the strongest feeling we’re having a boy!). He was wiggling around, completely oblivious to the big moment unfolding for us.

The sonographer started with all the usual checks and measurements, and while everything looked okay, the dread crept in as she moved up to the baby’s head. That’s when the nerves truly kicked in. I remember saying aloud, “This is the part I was worried about,” and Graham instinctively squeezed my hand tighter.

Even though he isn’t Louis’s dad, Graham was there with me through everything in 2020. He was my friend through the darkest days, and he gets it. He understands why these moments come with so much weight. As I lay there, I felt a single tear slide down my cheek. Silent, but full of emotion.

Then came the words I didn’t realise I’d been holding my breath for: “The nuchal translucency measurement is 1.7mm — completely normal.” I’d been watching, trying to read the screen, trying to interpret what I saw — but I’m no expert. Hearing those words out loud was like music. I was over the moon. So was Graham. He cried with me. After that, I could barely speak without dissolving into a blubbering mess — happy tears, but relentless all the same.

The sonographers knew my story with Louis and his Nuchal Translucancy, they were visibly moved. They reassured me that, from everything they could see, Baby Carter was growing exactly as they should be. Those words brought the kind of relief that can only be understood by someone who has known the opposite.

We left, still hand in hand, clutching our 12-week scan photos like the most precious treasure. To celebrate, we popped into town for some lunch — just the two of us, and our tiny, wriggling miracle.

This was our final scan before we were due to fly out to Santorini for a week, where we’d be getting married on Tuesday 27th May 2025. The next three weeks became our wedding bubble — and armed with the incredible news that our baby was healthy, we made the decision to share their impending arrival with our loved ones at the wedding. Which is exactly what we did.

You can read all about our wedding here — it was truly the most beautiful day.

Following the wedding, we flew back to London on the 30th May where we spent one last night soaking it all in before jetting straight off to San Francisco the very next day to begin our absolutely fabulous honeymoon. More on that very soon…