Haven't really had much trouble sleeping until last night. I was a tad naughty and had a shot at my brothers house maybe it's the alcahol as I've been off it for so long. Or maybe it's all slowly lifting from my subconsious. I'm not overly disterbed as I'm used to much worse in terms of death and distruction with my nightmares but it was a little ich.

I think now I'm passed the one week mark I'll start sorting through the deaper feelings, I kept thinking last night one week ago I was sitting at my brothers house playing board games and being over the moon at being pregnant. I guess I'm still a little fragile. AF has stopped yaya can have a hot bath (can't do that when I'm pregnant) I also have enjoyed some soft chease cold meat and take away which is a little guilty pleasure but why not.

Now I sound like a hipocrat (spelling?) all that stuff about DP and his health. He does have a physical job eats well and takes multi vit but does smoke and drink but not more than 2 a day. we had TESA so he's not real keen on round 2 if needed after frosties are all used up, let's hope it doesn't come to that my DP is a baby when it comes to pain down there, I do wish he could have felt what it was like with my ovary (only one) like a watermellon and then AF from H**L when ICSI didn't work.

I'm being a real house wife today, washing cooking cleaning, while DP is putting up a fence oh so funny but I guess I'd rather not be putting the fence up.