So, here we are at Week 14, a third of the way through the pregnancy.
Not to labour (excuse the pun!) a point, but by Christ, ain’t this going fast! It only seems last week that we found out what was happening! Although, again, it may still feel a little like a dream and not the real thing but I think I’m beginning to come round.
At this point, apparently, the baby can grimace, frown and squint. They like to focus on the nicer things in these guides, don’t they! Although, this does remind us that said child is already practicing the ‘daddy, can I have’ face and the ‘I’m grumpy so look out’ pout. Happy days.
We’ve had all the tests and scans now for the time being, and all seems to be going well. I still don’t enjoy the visits to the hospital, etc, although I haven’t been to one yet where there are two or three screaming women in labour, echoing down the hallway. Scaring the shit out of me. Like the last time.
Oh, and for the fruitists among you, it is the size of a grapefruit. It does not state what kind, I’m sorry.
And before I forget, as Sophie is nearly two and a half, we have long since been into the zone politely called the ‘terrible twos’. However, we have now entered DefCon 3, the dreaded ‘why?’. No matter how hard you try to explain, you are immediately hit with a witty retort, ‘why?’. This is not fun for anyone, ‘why?’. Please just stop now.