Am rereading my blog entries from the point of egg collection onwards. (IVF talk, for those of you who joined our little programme late in the day.) It’s making me nostalgic. So some memory lane walking….courtesy of the numbers 8 and 3.
The one where we all find out I’m knocked up!!
At this point I have been run over by a motorcycle and thrown up more times than the average person would do in twenty lifetimes. I am also a crabby bitch, as evidenced by this entry.
Well, okay, this is written the day AFTER, but the pictures of my bump on here are my 32 week + 3 days pic.
You know what’s next??? 8 months 3 days old. UM. Is that possible? What will they look like, sound like, move like?
(A final sidenote: I realised whilst reading these entries that I had the goal of making TMD throw up from watching/hearing me throw up. That never happened. The best I got out of her was some serious gagging. I guess that settles it. We’ll have to have more babies.)