So. I have some exciting news. And it's more exciting than my usual news - 'today I saw a fish fillet and it was kind of in the shape of a wonky love heart'.
Yes. Even more exciting than that!
I think Boys Boys Boys put it best:
If you zoom in, you can see the bearded baby at the bottom.
Yeah! So Ross and I are about three months pregnant, although to be honest, I've been doing most of the foetus-carrying and nausea-having. It's actually not too bad, I feel a little bit sick sometimes, but mostly I'm just ravenously hungry. I do find myself craving food that just makes me feel like a stereotype - I made a raclette for lunch the other day. Raclette sounds fancier and more cultured than ' boiled potatoes, melty cheese, pickles, salt and pepper'.
Oh well, I can stand being a stereotype for a little while.
Anyway, I am gradually getting used to the idea. It's still a bit bizarre and surreal, but Ross and I are both really really excited and happy, in amongst all the terror.
Ah, terror is a strong word, deep down I'm still feeling like everything will be okay. Other people figure out how to raise children all the time, surely it's not beyond our capabilities!
Finally, I have a sonar scan thing, done at my first doctor's visit, but I have a feeling that not everyone wants to see my insides! So, if you're not into that kind of thing, look away now!
But if you are into that kind of thing, this picture was taken at about ten weeks, when the foetus was 29.3mm long. It should be about ten centimetres by now!