I can't wait until I have something more meaningful than vomit to discuss here. In reality, it's still the dominant theme. Still, it's only every week or so now (although I feel nauseous every day). Since my last post, I've been unlucky on 29 October which was after a gap of 15 days. I put that down to being in work at 7.15am and had decided that it was only a blip. But unfortunately I was sick again this morning (and that was after a very close call outside the butcher's yesterday morning). Had to leap out of the shower all soapy (today - not yesterday outside the butcher's) and it was farewell to the over priced Marks and Spencer, folate-rich Cantaloupe melon I'd eaten entirely for the baby's benefit. That's gratitude for you.
I'm going to start recording my weight from now on. Not any more interesting than sick to anyone other than myself but that won't stop me. I've been a steady 9 stone, 7.5 pounds since the beginning (which BY THE WAY midwife, gives me a BMI of 23, NOT 25). I am now 9 stone, 6.5 pounds which I'll put down to the aforementioned spewing. I'm supposed to put on a pound a week during the 2nd trimester.
Other than that, not much to report except a small bump that no one but me and D can notice. No appointments until 17 November so that will be 5 weeks between appointments with no way to be sure that everything is okay. Oh, except for the puking.
But it really needs to stop. There was only so much barfing on Lost and I'm seriously running out of visual aids.
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