Another mad week...

Ok, so we're up to 7 weeks and 3 days now.  It's going quickly which is fortunate given how the poor mother-to-be is feeling.  I suppose it's sod's law that the emetophobic doesn't just get morning-sickness, but all-day sickness.  For that reason it is unlikely that I'll be doing a weekly picture for the time being, but maybe around the 14 week mark or something.

Despite all the feeling awful Annie has done really well in getting over it this weekend and we had a mini day out today.  We took a short drive down to Dungeness, mostly to see Derek Jarman's garden which is really interesting, as is Dungeness on the whole.  On the long approach all the bare trees and brown grass merging with pebbles seems a bit ghost-town, then we passed an old woman on a mobility scooter, come trike with about 5 small dogs in tow, which really cemented the surrealness of the place.  Then we stopped off at a farm shop for a snack and some tea.

In more pregnancy related news we have received a letter confirming our first midwife appointment for March 15th which at the moment seems like a long time away but I'm sure will come right round like a record.  I'm finding that the people close to us are up to the "Do you want to know the sex" stage, I've been certain that I would like to know since the beginning.  Next I suppose everyone at work will find out.  My mother-in-law who is also my boss (nothing wrong with a little nepotism) is doing budgets for the year and I feel too bad to make her leave out my paternity cover so I've got a bombardment of questions to look forward to there.

Unfortunately for my Grandparents they went to Benidorm the day after we told them (I'm not sure how unfortunate that is, sun, sea, all the food and booze they can eat and drink) and so we received a call from them today, post-dinner, desperate to find out the latest news (so much so they were happy to pay for an international call from a mobile!).

I've been feeling desperate to help Annie feel a little better and I think a fun day out and some back rubbing and hair stroking seems to be doing the trip.  In return, Annie has been hugely supportive and sat and watched the whole 135 minutes of Carling Cup, Liverpool v Cardiff final...that is an achievement not to be sniffed at.

We're both hoping that things get a little better for Annie soon, but she's very strong and I know she'll take what this pregnancy throws at her (hopefully not more dreams about giving birth to a cat!  That's another story).