25 weeks today
And today, for your delight and delectation and also so you can see what I've been whinging about, let me refer you to this website. Please bear in mind that this is the shop in the trendiest, youngest part of town and, as such, represents what the young, funky expectant mums are wearing, not the old-fogey stuff found in the departos.
In particular, I give you two of my especial favourites (the website doesn't display the full horror so I've scanned bits of the catalogue).

And I ask the question: why are the models a. western, b. not pregnant, c. dressed like 12-year-olds going to a party in the 1950s?? And even more horribly, why in the knickers section (I'm not showing you, you'll cry) are their bellies padded with a cushion?
But I don't care any more, I have enough to see me through. And I have ordered some lovely summery stuff for our holiday so I'm concentrating on that and not on the fact that it's freezing cold and pouring with rain and generally horrible here.

Lisa at 6:29 pm
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24 weeks
and one day but yesterday was too hectic to blog.
Not really anything to report! Though according to Chris, this marks the turning point where, should I go into (very) premature labour, it might have some slim chance of survival. Of course, it wouldn't have a thing to wear. But it would have a rather lovely red tartan pushchair to sit in, which I went and collected last night. It's secondhand and was too much of a bargain to ignore (plus the lady I bought it from - who had also bought it secondhand, making it now thirdhand I suppose - has never used it). And of course it has its bath. Who needs clothing anyway?
Developmentally I think we are now supposed to be talking and singing to it in order to ensure it comes out brilliant and talented. I just checked one of the baby websites to see if it was growing anything new or doing anything good and all it could find to say was that dads-to-be might come home with a new jacket or new haircut and that this is their way of adjusting! So I'm guessing it isn't a big milestone week. So I'll link to this story instead because I thought it was pretty amazing - a woman who is actually twins! Strangely I was chatting to somebody today who called her son Thomas (meaning twin) because she knew from an early scan that he had been a twin very early on and that the other twin had been reabsorbed (apparently very common) - but she says he has slightly different-coloured eyes so maybe he's a chimera too!
Lisa at 6:12 pm
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Hormones
You tell me. Is it entirely normal to cry at the bit in Squeeze's up the junction that goes This morning at 4.50 I took her rather nifty down to the incubator where 30 minutes later she gave birth to a daughter within a year a walker she looked just like her mother if there could be another? No? Thought not. How about The Eagles' desperado? Christy Moore's voyage? (Actually that one might be OK, it is pretty soppy).
Pathetic.
Lisa at 10:16 pm
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23 weeks today!
And gosh, is it kicky! It seems to kick almost entirely very low down (apart from during yoga when I was at a funny angle myself, it was moving all over the place then!) and sometimes it feels quite peculiar: you know that feeling you get when somebody, at a carnival or something, bangs a Really Big Drum and you feel your bones vibrate? I think it's banging on my pelvis.
Anyway. Saturday's class was quite good. I can't say she told us a lot that I didn't already know but there were snippets and Cameron hasn't been avidly devouring books like me so I think he found it useful. I know it was a class for 'early pregnancy' but she had said the first two trimesters were appropriate; still, I felt like a huge heffer next to the other two girls there: one, a well-aerobicised 12-week-gone American with the flattest tum I have ever seen, the other, a teeny-tiny 6-week-pregnant Japanese girl! Their time will come.
I finally remembered to ring the doctor for my blood-test results (memory like a sieve): I have a very good haemoglobin count and he says I am obviously very healthy, so I celebrated that with some chocolate tim-tams. Yum.
And no, I still haven't decided where to have the thing. I will.
Lisa at 2:19 pm
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Well I am feeling quite happy today after the doctor used the word 'textbook' in connection with my pregnancy (OK only in reference to how high the top of my uterus has got - two fingers above my belly button! - but still). And he told me to ignore people who say I'm small - in fact, to ignore everybody who tries to scare me! I did break that x+1 barrier, but it didn't feel as bad as I'd expected. And everything else was fine too, though the nurse made a bad job of taking a blood sample. I bleed easily, there is no reason for my arm to be as bruised as it is.
I don't think there is any other news. Cameron met the doctor and heard the baby's heart beating away, which is as I'd hoped. He was itching to get away, thinking it was a NHS appointment, but as we pay so much I like to stay and chat a little. We discussed whether I need a flu jab and decided not (he is definitely my sort of doctor) and he also thinks midwife clinics are a good idea and potentially much less stressful than a hospital. I have a prenatal class to discuss these sorts of things on saturday, so we'll see how that goes.
Lisa at 7:08 pm
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22 weeks
And nothing to report except a horrid cold which kept me awake all night so today I am tired and grumpy. Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow - I'm hoping Cameron will come along too to hear the heartbeat and dreading being weighed as I'm sure I'll have broken through into the next decade (is it still a decade when it's not years? What is the word? Gone up from xy to (x+1)y, anyway. It's purely psychological but it hurts.)
Lisa at 5:33 pm
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