It all still doesn't feel very real. Al keeps making jokes about how big babies run in the family as does C-sections. Still doesn't feel very real that, should all this go OK, there's only two ways out of this, and both sound quite yukky! I can't imagine giving birth, anymore than I can imagine having a child.
Of course, on the flipside, my paranoia has gone into overdrive.I've already pondered miscarrying, still birth, post-natal depression and having a disabled child - so it's good to see the negative side of my brain has grasped the reality of this growing little bean in my belly!
On a lighter note, last night was... interesting. Never made it clubbing as Luce got attacked by some gluten and we had to take her home. The poor sod, one slightly dirty glass or a fork that's been cross-contaminated and BANG! Vomit city! Ended up back at the Hamer-Knight Civil Partnership bash, only to discover Alex had been persuded by Pinny and numerous tequila shots into a state of considerable inebriation, which led to us rowing and some of the shock manifesting in cuddles, tears and more cuddles. Much needed I think. Plus Al is very, very cute when he's crying - is that wrong?! He looks like a little boy with his big brown eyes... OK, I'll stop before I make YOU sick!
Finally, thinking of sick, morning sickness better today, but not liking the back of cars....
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