Seventeen weeks

There's something I've been meaning to mention. I haven't before now, because I hadn't said anything at work until 2 weeks ago. And because, well, I don't subscribe to the view that you need to give every little detail about your life on your blog. But now, I guess, I am ready ... so here goes:

I am seventeen weeks pregnant.

It feels like I could write a whole book about what's happened from the beginning up until now but again I am reluctant to reveal too much personal detail.

I took the pregnancy test (though I knew in mind before - but have trained myself not to trust my mind since in the past I've felt like I was pregnant but wasn't) on the day after we 'broke up' from work for Christmas. This is exactly the day I took a pregnancy test last time and found out we were having E.

If you think that's a little strange, read on. Four has always been my lucky number. I use it on every Lotto ticket I ever buy. Shaun and I celebrate our anniversary on April 4. We had our four-year anniversary on 4/4/04. The gap between the due dates (though not actual birth dates I hope, since E was four weeks premature) is FOUR years and FOUR days.

Hmmmmm. Yeah.

So far? .... sooooo sick. Morning sickness so much worse this time round. With E I felt green for 14 weeks and never threw up. This one? Throwing up almost daily (and green the rest of the time). Has been charming.

Thankfully, at 17 weeks, I am now beyond most of the queasiness (although the smell of bacon cooking this morning did odd things to my tummy). Right now, we appear to be EXPANDING, big time. I keep getting knocked out. For example: I slept from 10pm through to 9am this morning (my one sleep-in day of the week - a precious thing!), then after I put E in bed today at 1.30ish I decided to lay on my bed 'for a minute'. An hour and a half vanished...

The bump is bigger than first time round, though I think that seems to be normal with second pregnancies. Quite a lot is, er, cushioning and not baby though. C'est la vie. A pregnant lady must eat - the dieting can bloody wait (after all, it will keep!).

So, yeah, there you have it - nearly halfway there!