Thirteen weeks

I'm finally beginning to understand my new body. Feeling queasy means I'm thirsty. Abdominal pain means I need to pee. Feeling dizzy means I'm hungry. And if I can't sleep...well, let's just say my sex drive hasn't been affected! I think the strange prickling sensation just behind my pubic bone may be the baby moving, as it happens when I've been running for the tram or as I'm falling asleep. Sometimes I feel a sort of tightening too, like a fist clenching low down in my belly. It's so weird, having this vastly changed organ making new sensations. My uterus used to be the size of a walnut or a hen's egg, and already it's at least a grapefruit and growing daily.
Tomorrow evening I'm going to hop of the tram early and look in the Northcote baby shops. One has a very lovely cot in the window. It's oval and very plain but quite elegant. It looks expensive. Unfortunately I think I'm going to have to spent my baby bonus on cord blood saving, [$3000!], and the plane fare to Mauritius for a conference in January. We just checked the weather today for Mauritius in January and it's cyclone season. Thankfully I'm taking a highly decorated, [I've seen the medals], army trained paediatric emergency nurse with me. She'll mind the baby whilst I give my talk and I'll cheer when she does hers. If Jane weren't coming I doubt I'd have the courage to go. The girls at work were asking about a baby shower, so I'll put in a request for mossie proof baby clothing and a travel cot.
Hmm, so on the one hand I'm saving cord blood and on the other taking my two month old infant half way round the world to a tropical island during cyclone season. I've thought long and hard about cord blood. Not only for this baby, but any other children I have, or me or even his father; any of us might need some HLA matched stem cells in the future. I think it's worth the investment.