Up the Duff

The accomodation at 12 weeks

It's official, and 'safe' to spread the news. The Short Blacks are in the baking business, baking the littlest Black of all. So far, all is well. 'Gert' (as we're affectionately calling our little bun) has a good strong heart beat, all its arms, legs, fingers, toes, eyes ears and nose.... and they're all as they should be, where they should be. Naturally we're as pleased as punch.

The second trimester has just begun, and I'm beginning to feel more human again, though Gert still likes to remind me who's the boss with the odd wave of nausea.

No one ever warns you about what pregnancy is really like though, they tell you it's incredible and amazing, and warn you about morning sickness, but no one warns you about the headaches, the exhaustion, the stretching pains, the restless sleep and totally insane dreams. It's like, once you've entered the pregnancy club then everyone starts to share their 'stories' with you. "Have you had to have naps in the afternoon yet?".... Are you kidding me? I'm ready for a snooze an hour after I wake up, and don't get me started on cravings!

Truthfully, I wouldn't trade it for the world, it's an experience I'm extremely blessed to be having, but by crikey, what I'd give for a good strong black coffee and a slice of brie!

The resident at 12 weeks