Hi gals - its good to have a moment to stop and check in. Very unusual for me to be so busy. It made a nice, but tiring change.

Laney - all good here! Thankyou so much for asking. When is your next scan.... hmm no let me remember 17th right? Not long now!

Beata - you make me laugh so much. I have some funny visuals of Cameron scaring himself with his noisy bodily functions. Wow, 6 weeks, so long yet still so tiny. I bet so many things have changed since those first weeks.

KAM - those dates are hard. Know what you mean about lots of appointments. For me its easier though cause I am not at work, and am at home resting, so I am glad of the distractions. Hope you get through ok. My most recent scan date was on the same gestation that Sophie was born and died, so it was a pretty anxious time, leading up to the scan. Go as gently as you can.

Ellie - so glad your little furry one is home. How long were they gone? One of ours escaped once and was gone all night. Of course DH and I were scouring the neighbourhood in the wee hours trying to find him ( I was worried he was hurt somewhere) and low and behold the cheeky monkey came home when he got hungry. I was waiting up for him, thinking the worst and crying. He's an indoor cat and his little adventure scared him so much, he has never really tried to escape again. I can understand that you would have been beside yourself. Just glad your pet s safely home. Good luck with the next week or so. I must be unbelieveably exciting and frustrating all at once.

What date is your caesar booked in for?

Katie girl - you must almost there too! Thinking of you.

Klee - about the scans - I asked the sonogapher and she said the later scans were often not as accurate as the earlier scans in determining bubs size - something to do with bubs developing bone density and the sound waves of the ultra sound not reflecting in ways that allow for super accurate measurements.


StarBright - how are the move preparations going? Did you find somewhere in Canberra?

AFM - I have had a genuinely fantastic and positive week. On Monday night DH felt the baby kick, not just move, for the first time in any of our pregnancies. It was just the most awesome moment. I had been waiting with a lot of anticipation of DH being able to experience it but didn't expect it until a bit later, let alone just before 20 weeks. His face was just priceless - joy, wonder and completely awestruck. He didn't know whether to jump for joy and keep his hand on my belly for more. it was truly a magical moment. A really good lead up to the scan the next day.

Scan went really well. I was more anxious than I realised ( wondered if I had the squirts again, but the urge passed after we saw the baby in the scan....so anxiety it was). It was awesome. No bad news, all good. Baby was very active so the scan went for longer which meant more time to look at bubs. There was a big ole yawn, hands up to the face, kicking, turning, squirming and even a "kung fu panda" karate chop move. No waving, well not that we saw. It was so exciting for me to actually feel the baby moving and seeing the movements on the scan. The sonographer was really good too, she had had a loss at 19 weeks, so we were able to talk about it both of our experiences, which most sonographers don't want to even go near that topic.

Baby has been moving fairly consistently since Monday, in more definite and discernable movements rather than just the flutters.

My mum has been visiting for a few days and hence my abscence from BB. It was so nice to have her visit, but I was so tired last night I was asleep by 8.30pm. Unheard of for me! I did wake at 11.30pm though and spent a few hours awake ( knitting my new hobby - my mum taught me) but the sleep I had for the first few hours was just so deep and refreshing. I feel so much better today.

I am loving the cooler weather - cats are way more snuggly ( although if I get up to go to the loo, I return to find the "warm" sport where I was laying has been stolen by a furbaby, apparently sound asleep in just minutes! It is so much nicer to snuggle with DH under the blankets and make DH late for work by pleading "just one more minute...". Although the little heater inside means I hardly feel the cold and hardly need any blankets.

Anyway, I could go on for ages. It is so nice to feel some hope, just genuine hope and happiness rather than the stuff I force on myself to get through. I don't want to let these feelings go.