Sometimes, I remember that I can never take this pregnancy for granted. I am still continuously expecting to be bleeding whenever I go to the toilet. For me, seven weeks is a great big psychological barrier, so perhaps when I get past it, I'll be happier.
Aside from falling over (like a great, flapping whale) in the bath and straining my ENTIRE groin, I'm doing fine. Retched last night :D It's a GOOD THING. Proves the small one is growing. I'm finding more and more things revolting. Also a good sign
My little sister is due five weeks ahead of me. Ish. Might be more when I actually get an accurate dating scan. When I was having my Fatboy, both my sisters in law were pregnant. It seems I am not allowed to be pregnant alone, :D

I can't get hold of the bloody midwife to sort my booking appointment out. She's on holiday for two weeks out of the next four. I'm on holiday for a week out of the next four. I will EVENTUALLY get a booking though.

I'm getting used to peeing all the time, but not the amount of loo roll I now get through.