Yesterday my tummy got as big at the bottom as it is at the top. I am slowly finding that I can't get my trousers done up and my jumpers are riding up because my boobs are bigger.
Apparently the triplets are the size of peaches!
This is all good news :-)
I am still terrified because everything I read tells me of impending doom, but I am happy as can be.
I haven't written much recently because I have been feeling terrible. I have had a headache for over two weeks now. And sickness has got worse. Which is weird because the second trimester is where you are meant to start feeling "blooming" I feel like a bag of rusty spanners, but happy :-)
Although since being back at school I have been very tearful. I guess that is the hormones.
Although the misery did start after the trip to the ante natal at the Rosie, what an awful place.
The place is full of people jingling change for thier photographs and people pacing and jingling their keys looking menacing.
We went for a nuchal scan but they made a mistake with the booking and said they could only do a dating scan, which I had already explained was pointless.
The sonographer was a bitch from hell. I had to ask her to turn the aircon off. I told her that my bare belly covered in gel was really cold she told me "that will be the aircon and just carried on tapping on her computer". She was really brusque very difficult to understand, some sort of East Asian accent and she kept saying really awful things but wouldn't explain what she meant.
So "still alive" was one of her gems, I was really upset.
She told me that one of the babies T1 as she numbered it is sitting in the neck of my womb, the consultant was more straight with me and explained I might need a stitch in my uterus to keep the baby in.
Well I hope that they will look after me better than they have so far.
I am really understanding why people "go private"; the sad thing is I had such a good feeling about the Rosie, perhaps I just expected too much!
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