5am is not wake-up time.

But if you're in our house, it is.

Troll be trollin'. Babbling from 5am, finally crying (rather than going back to sleep) and only settled down when given a rusk. He didn't eat well yesterday, so I reckon that woke him. We have no concerns over his weight though, he's currently tracking above the 98th centile! Fat little chuff <3

Still pregnant! Dark lines on the pee sticks now, and the nausea though it comes and goes, always comes back in the end. I'm interested to know what flavour we're having simply because so far the pregnancy is a little dissimilar from the last one (MS coming and going, and a definite sweet tooth). I know, I know, each pregnancy is meant to be different... but you can't help but wonder. Trying to get a sexing scan in January, as the local hospital here won't tell you the sex at all.

In other news, I've set up a Facebook page for the little crochet critters I make, as there seems to be some demand for them! The Unloveables is where it's at, and though I will never make enough from it to life the life of Riley, it'll be enough to make my hobby a self-sustaining one.

Not long now til the booking appointment. Not sure what to expect here, having never gone through a pregnancy start to finish in the UK before. Exciting tiiiiimes!