Back to the surface!

Baby obviously* read yesterday's blog as she's right up the surface today. Right above my bellybutton as well so I'm not sure why I'm so high. They say that means a girl but they say that about a lot of things.

*I know.

I thought of a couple of nice boys names today, there is hope. They can obviously still be vetoed but the more I think of the more likely we get one we both like.

Both? Who am I kidding? Approval is required from the junior members of the household also and they have a strong veto.

10 sleeps till next scan!! Which does seem to have come around quickly, despite the perpetual moaning. It's been 6 weeks (and a half) since the dating scan and it's gone an awful lot faster than the 8 weeks from positive test to scan. Partly because there's less to worry about - less, not none - and partly because time goes faster when you don't feel nauseous and vile all the time.

Although sleep would be nice. I am soooooooo uncomfortable lying down, I don't get to sleep until 4 am or so, then awake at 6.

And my sense of smell is still ridiculous. I don't want to smell most smells!!

It's good today. I hope that's a good omen.

Ouchie

Ow. Sore tummy. Had too much lunch, there is no longer room for a large lunch. Ligaments are complaining. All seems well babywise however, nothing ominous and heartbeat present.

Although the heartbeat has been continually as if the baby is far from the surface, a bit muffled the last few days. Still strong, just not as close as it was initially. Instinct is to panic at faintness, but I promised no madness. Baby maybe has learned to shy away from the lumpy thing chasing her around.

Which reminds me of one thing that baffles me about the logic of mad people in their theories about ultrasound: they argue that babies must "hear" the ultrasound as they move away from the source (Doppler?). That to me suggests that the baby is moving away from the large object prodding their living space. But still, any excuse for a good paranoia.

And that's about it for today. 19 weeks as of yesterday and it's... a lot like 18 weeks. This week I have a midwife visit to alleviate paranoia I had three weeks ago, and next week I have my anomaly scan. Which is the gender reveal scan also!!!

Meantime I have a presentation to prepare, following updates may be brief.

18 weeks!

Oh it's slow... Still, tomorrow morning my doppler should arrive and I can have a whole new game of paranoia/frustration. And I will be 18 weeks, I'm not there for a few minutes yet.

With regards to the doppler, it is likely I will be able to work it, due to not actually being an idiot, and I'll hear baby's heartbeat. Which would be exciting, I'm not convinced yet by the maybe kicks. It's still possible my digestion is getting more bubbly/poppy/fluttersome as time goes by.

I am insanely tired. As nobody is interested in taking my bloods I may well be anaemic.

I resent the lack of 16 week appointment - can you tell?

I equally well am probably fine, they did check my bloods at almost 13 weeks and I assume all was well as they haven't said otherwise. Sleep is not great at the moment, awffy uncomfortable. As such I am a bit apprehensive about the third trimester and the definite lack of comfort and sleep that ensues.

I might buy some Floradix stuff, I don't eat a lot of iron rich food at all. Calcium is sorted, I consume vast amounts of milk. I eat plenty enough fruit, but I'm not great on meat or iron rich other-things.

Are chick peas high in iron? Avocados? Hmm.

Other things that happened today: Prince William got married and a friend had a baby girl named Charlotte.