One of the nice things about being pregnant is having something to celebrate every Thursday. Wednesdays are pretty good too, because it's nearly Thursday and Fridays are great because it's nearly the weekend and another milestone has passed. Eight weeks is a big one; now the baby is much more likely to stick. All his organs should be fairly well formed and he should have the beginnings of fingers; he'll be begining to make little movements. Some of the girls I talk to online are having their twelve week scans now and talking about how their babies are wriggling on the screens. I can't wait to see my baby and know there is somebody in there but I'm going to have to wait another three or four weeks.
Today has been a bad food day, sushi and sate. Oops. Raw salmon and peanuts, but after four weeks of being good I thought it was OK to treat myself, there's so little I feel like eating. It was 38 today and will be 40 tomorrow. I'm still having trouble sleeping. I don't think it's the heat, as the house is pretty cool, but my mind racing. 02.30 this morning I was wide awake for a couple of hours, full of bright ideas. I'm so pleased the clocks are going back soon. I'll be able to get up a little half and hour earlier and catch the early tram, be guaranteed a seat, and actually gain half and hour in bed.
I'm looking forward to having somebody to cuddle in seven months. My bed feels very big and empty.
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