So we finally signed up with a midwife, and got to hear the alien’s heartbeat. It sounded like a choo choo, which was kinda disconcerting but apparently normal. Not sure about the horn though, haha. Our midwife, Hilary, seems very nice and reassuring (and patient!) and I didn’t get any disapproving frowns for wearing this tshirt:

or for cracking smartass jokes, as one is wont to do. No, I’m not taking this all deathly seriously – why change the habits of a lifetime.

I am happy to report that I’m sickeningly healthy and entirely normal, and despite being an increasingly increasing chubby mcwobbleton, I haven’t put on weight. So iunno, maybe I’m losing muscle. Which would be sad, cause I didn’t have much to begin with. In addition to knowing my blood type, I got to find out my blood pressure: a disappointingly healthy 110/60. I know, I know, I’m grateful really.

I do have to get more… bodily fluid… tests done, and we have a referal for the anatomy scan in 6 weeks, so possibly won’t have anything too exciting to report til then. We’re going a little more upmarket for the next one it seems – this place does DVDs and we can opt for a 4D scan for $100. Ha, we’ll see how cute the lil bugger is before we fork that much over.

In the spirit of full and unexciting disclosure I have posted the rambling diary-esque notes I started keeping when we found out we were having this thing. Mostly for Jess, who wanted details.

Nice and short cause I’m tired as feckity heck. Oh, and the nausea is back. It was nice having a few days without it.

*Edited to add bits I forgot and to say I slept 12 hours last night after passing out at 7:30, so I feel a lil better.