I've been having some definite abuse from the fetus (foetus?) this week, kicks and punches and rolling over. I still don't really have much of a bump but that's ok, perhaps this time I won't get absolutely huge like I did with Lily and will have a celebrity style small and neat bump... I can dream.
I was last sick on wednesday and have been fine since, a little bit of queasiness but nothing to cry about. I have been having the worst headaches ever though, of course I started to worry that it was pre-enclampsia but apparently that doesn't occur until after 20 weeks, but I still worry. It's probably that I don't drink enough water, I try to but I'm useless with remembering. I've also been incredibly tired, napping and such with no energy to get anything done. We're supposed to be moving house soon - how?!
The next scan and ante-natal is on the 8th December, it's at the woman's hospital this time. I hope the sonographer-from-hell doesn't still work there, the dragon that made my 13wk scan with Lily horrible by glaring at me for crying and biting my head off when I asked if she could tell the sex. I don't understand why someone who clearly hates other people would want to spend all day working with emotional pregnant women. Maybe she normally scans peoples kidneys and the like and was called in against her will. I'm hoping I won't have to have more blood taken at this ante-natal appointment, it's horrific the amount they take, although mine does gush when they stick the pin in me so it's usually over pretty quickly, the last vampire even told me my blood was nice and frothy - like I'd been drinking the bathwater! I had to take her word for it as I just can't look.
There doesn't seem to be much of a bump going on in the picture above, the baby still seems pretty inside the body. Apparently the baby weighs 7oz now and is getting fatter and growing hair. I wonder if this will be a hairy baby, Lils was and, old wives tale or not, I had such bad heartburn.