I was going to begin this post by saying something like “18 weeks already! Hasn’t that gone fast?!” but thought it would get repetitive as I’m likely to say that every week until about 34 weeks at which point I will have really, truly, absolutely had enough of pregnancy.
Much like last week there is nothing to report. I’m still feeling well – albeit tired – but tiredness is part and parcel of being pregnant especially when you have teething eight month old twins to take care of at the same time.
I must remember to schedule an appointment for my next scan. I must, I must, I must.
I bet I forget.
I have my consultant appointment booked for next Tuesday. It’s the first appointment of the afternoon and it’s with the same consultant who has looked after me so wonderfully for the last… ooh I’m not sure… is it six pregnancies now?!
I bet the ante natal clinic saw my name on the paperwork, rolled their eyes and said, “Oh no! Not her again!”. I’d like to think they didn’t though. They are all very nice there, I have to say. I am looking forward to seeing the familiar old faces, and then I feel odd to be feeling that way about a hospital department.
So that’s about it for this week. Uneventful and with nothing to report.
That’s the best update really, isn’t it?
