I booked in with the midwives today and met my entourage, Amanda and Charlotte. They are lovely and made me feel a bit like a minor celebrity. The midwife in the birthing centre, Jo, who is fierce anyway, didn't seem impressed but warmed up after a while. Good news; I was completely wrong about my blood group and I'm O positive, not O negative, hurrah! So rhesus incompatibility isn't going to be a problem, although ABO incompatibility is still a potential.
The belly is growing but I haven't gained any weight since I fell pregnant, which is mysterious. I look a good 5kg heavier, really, it's quite noticable that my boobs and belly are more than woman shaped, they are pregnant looking. I lie in the bath and my belly is an island where it used to be under the water with the rest of me. There are some clothes that I just can't wear because I look so enormous in them and I think I'll have to move into maternity gear soon. But I don't feel fat, so much as womanly, sexy even.
I have four people coming to look at the spare room tomorrow, so I should be hoovering now...they all sound nice and aren't bothered by the pregnancy, which bodes well. Or maybe the rental market really is just desperate? Still no sign of my house selling. I may be here for some time. And it's bloody freezing. I could so do with living somewhere with a heated towel rail in the bathroom. It's arctic in there.
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