For the last few weeks I have been in a daze, unable to believe that I am actually having a baby. Despite being tired and hungry all the time, and making extra stops at the WC each day, things felt pretty normal. I still haven’t had and ultrasound, so we are still in the “Is it really real?” phase.

Well, on Sunday, our Little Jellybean decided to make her* presence known even more, making demands on mummy like never before. “Time to lie down, mummy.” “Time to eat.” “Ooo gross what was that you just gave me – blech!” “What’s daddy making? It smells horrible – blech!” and so on and so forth. So, even though I haven’t seen Little yet, I know she’s there. Woo Hoo!! All day sickness is great!!

Our first ultra sound is next week, and it can’t come fast enough. I was supposed to see the doctor tomorrow, but they said it was too early and postponed. So mad. So mad.

*We don’t know the gender yet – it’s way too early. But I just like to call Jellybean something other than ‘it’. Being called an ‘it’ is not nice.