I'm still pregnant, as far as I know.
I'm still feeling nausea much of the time but I've yet to throw up. Home made ginger tea is gooood.
My boobs are still reeeeeally sore and I wake myself up by rolling on them in my sleep. That's when I'm not waking up to relieve my bladder. Good signs.
I have been spotting off and on since I last posted. Light pink immediately after a poo and very light brown at other random times. None of it reaching my knickers (I'm now a toilet paper checking fool). The midwife isn't worried. The doctor isn't worried. I vary between panic, hope and fatalism. It isn't the same as the bleeding I had with George so I have to concentrate on the hopeful don't I?
I'm on self-imposed lazy sofa rest. I could get used to this.
Hopefully I will get an ultrasound sometime this coming week.
We told my parents on Wednesday. It feels as if each time we tell it's an act of almost defiant optimism.
Hey, I'm pregnant!
Should I get one of those ticker thingies?