Today I am 17 weeks and one day pregnant.
Baby is: the size of a turnip. Long pause here while I wonder if that’s a Scottish turnip or an English one. And google it. Not sure I found the answer, but at least on the way round the internet I was reminded of this useful Scots word – must use it in conversation more. Anyway I digress… Baby is very active so I can feel the movements much more clearly, and even see my tummy moving quite often.
I am: still very tired, and not liking the heat – I think it is the reason I’m feeling more dizzy and faint again. I’m starting to enjoy being pregnant though. I love feeling (and seeing!) the baby move and it’s beginning to seem a bit more real.
I am getting a bit fed up about people making rude remarks about us having five children, but some people are lovely about it, and actually the “I wish I could have had more” comments are almost as frequent as the negative ones. I spoke to a lady today who has two children, but wanted to have four or five. She lost a baby when she was 40 and decided she couldn’t go through it again. It’ s one of those brief conversations that really touched me and I will probably never forget it. So today, despite all the minor reasons I am a bit stressed, most of all I am feeling very lucky.