I'm hope this baby knows...

How much I love him/ her.
Because there is no one else on this planet (except for his/her big brother) who I would endure such sustained sickness.
I know, technically, I have no choice in the matter but it is really, heart honestly, getting me down beyond words.
I want to bloom. I want to feel and be positive, instead of spending my days being told I look "awful" and have people make sympathetic faces in my direction.
I've found I HAVE to go to bed no later than 9.30 - whether I want to or not - or else I'll be puking my anatomy the next day (and that night). Evenings are the worst. Absolute worst.

I may have to go now and hold my little nephew and remind myself why I'm doing this.

And by the way...

How on earth did I get to 16 weeks?
I'm proper pregnant looking now. Still sick, which is now in the realm of "beyond a joke" and feeling the starts of SPD. (Note to self, try and get out of a car with a little deportment and not leap out and therefore strain all pelvic muscles - apart from, ya know, the pelvic muscles I'd really like to work properly about now.)
The wriggles haven't progessed to kicks yet. That worries me a little, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time.
Now if the next 16 weeks can go as fast - but with less sickness - that would be good.

Another name suggestion

From Joseph...

Now that I've decided I like Harry for a boy and Poppy for a girl (The husband not decided on either, by the way. He just keeps making "smart" suggestions like Gertrude...) Joseph has decided to enter the name game.



For a girl he has suggested... wait for it...



Tallulah Fallulah Ballulah



and for a boy



Columbo Dulumbo Bumfarto



Cue much, much laughing on his part and repeating of the bumfarto part over and over.



Still I think Bumfarto might be marginally better than Jesus.

A little bit mad

I went a little mad last night - like nutso mad.
I was surfing the net as total writing avoidance and came across a site which said it could determine the sex of your baby from your 12 (or 15 in my case) week scan.
All well and good if you get a good scan picture and not a fuzzy mess like mine, but I digress.
So I spent hours looking for a nub (which is a bump at the bum area which, apparantly if pointed downwards is a girl and if pointed upwards is a boy).
I then went on every site from the Chinese Gender Predictor doodah to FortuneBaby.com (where I am ashamed to say I PAID money to have some quack tell me I'm having a girl based on my date of birth and the husbands... do I feel like a dumbass or what today?).

The thing is, at the end of the day, I don't really care. I kind of care because I'm never doing this again and it would be nice to have a daughter. I have such a wonderful relationship with my mother I feel I would be missing out without having that with a daughter of my own.
But I know how wonderful it is to have a son, and to love him and be enchanted by him each and every day.
So I don't really, really care.

But I'm becoming obsessed.

This worries me for a number of reasons, not least because when I was pregnant with the boy I had antenatal depression which for me fixated on really wanting a girl. There was much gnashing of teeth and wailing and feeling like shite about it all and it was only thanks to the power of prozac that I became excited about having a son.

So I don't want to be obsessed.

Help!

Introducing Bam Bam-balina

Here is baby, 15 weeks plus 1 day.

Perfectly in proportion for his/her age.

And lovely.