Half way

In the imortal words of Bon Jovi; "we're half way there..." or, as the Grand Old Duke of York once noted; 'when they were only halfway up they were neither up nor down...'

We made it half way. Two weeks ago, we saw our baby. The midwife put a jelly covered plastic probe on my stomach and we saw a granular, slowly morphing, black and white image of our baby. Seeing it, and hearing its heart beat, is the most amazing humbling experience. It is also decidedly odd. I am growing a human being in my stomach.  My body consists of 2 brains, 4 arms, 4 legs and two sets of genitalia.  Pregnancy is weird.

We didnt find out the gender at the scan for numerous reasons. We like the idea of it being a surprise, but it will also encourage us to prepare for our baby in a less 'Pink' or 'Blue' way (much more on that in another post)

Hmm, what else...

My bump is finally starting to show.
I am loving my early nights and am still rapturously in love with my bed.
We have definite fetal movement, guys.
I have an unusally healthy blood count.
The baby is currently about 28cm long, almost the size of a 30 cm ruler! Whoa.
My always constant vinegar love is reaching new heights.
Tea and toast brought to me every morning makes me think I should get knocked up more often.
My mister has taken to calling me Wolverine, on account of my freakish sense of smell and weirdly fast growing hair and nails.
I dreamed I gave birth to a seal. (Thank you Frozen Planet)

I think that is all...

That was probably very boring for you all. But it's here for posterity. For posterity!