Picnic By The Motorway

I feel guilty for not updating because, you know, that’s stink for you. Equally, I feel guilty for writing an entry when there’s really very little to report because, you know, that’s stink for you as well. Essentially, my days have consisted of not-a-lot lately. I get up, go to work, come home, lay on the couch, go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat*

 

Still, despite this lack of anything interesting at all, I might as well give you an update on the State Of Things, seeing as we’ve all made the effort to gather here.

 

The pregnancy is going well, thanks very much. As far as I can tell at least, because without being able to see inside my belly to make sure all is progressing as it should be, I can only assume things are fine. The sickness is still lingering around a bit, but it’s certainly not as bad as it was a few weeks ago. There have been days where I’ve worn jandals to work because I have felt too ill to contend with the logistics of doing up my shoelaces, but those days are becoming fewer and farther between. Still, there’s enough queasiness there (and an ongoing lack of appetite) to remind me that yes, I am indeed still pregnant.

 

There’s also a growing belly to remind me. I’m not prepared to show you pictures yet as it’s not quite big enough to be a discernibly pregnant bump – at least I don’t think it is. Put it this way, if I were a stranger in a casual conversation with myself, I wouldn’t take the risk of asking when I was due lest it just be that I’ve eaten too many burgers lately. That said, those who know I’m pregnant have definitely noticed and it’s certainly a more roundy than flabsy look. I’m poking out enough that I’m having to do that thing with my jeans where I loop a hairtie around the button, like so:

 

 

I would just like to take this opportunity to congratulate myself on not turning into a big emotional mess with wild mood swings. This is apparently quite common in the first trimester (which I am no longer in) and looking back, I really don’t think there were too many moments of unjustified tears or extreme changes in demeanour. Now before writing this I did double-check this with Joel to ensure I’m not being a bit one-eyed, but he has agreed that I have been no crazier than usual. Take that as you will.

 

I’m now (just about) sixteen weeks along. That means the baby is probably a little over 10cm long from head to bum (avocado!) – its legs are all curled up in front you see, so they aren’t really counted in the length-measurement. I know that sounds quite small, but considering it was the size of a poppy seed at four weeks, I think 10cm sounds quite big. Let’s talk again when we get to PUMPKIN shall we? I can’t feel it moving around in there yet, but I have been assured by the many websites I trawl on a daily basis that it is very active and sometime in the next month I should start feeling its little limbs doing gymnastics.

 

I know it’s a bit annoying for you that I haven’t grown enough belly to justify posting a photo, so I’m going to try to make it up to you by posting an image from our 12-week ultrasound. This is probably not all that exciting for you as I’ve realised that pretty much all 12-week ultrasounds look just the same, and if you googled 12-week ultrasound you’d be bombarded with images that look just like the one below. The difference is, of course, that the one below is MY baby. And one day you’ll get to see photos of it when it’s outside of me.

 

 

In a few weeks we’ll be able to find out if that little thing up there is a boy or a girl, and I would like to run a wee poll – just for fun of course.

 

So, close your eyes, rub your temples, and try to visualise… what flavour do you reckon this baby is? Boy or girl? Answers below!

 

*Does anyone actually shampoo their hair twice? Personally, I’m waaaay too lazy