Bricking it.

I've got my scan on Monday. With Taylor, We'd seen him twice already and the daily nausea and vomiting was reassuring to me - I was definitely still pregnant. This time around, I've been clear of all nausea for the past 3 weeks and aside from a wee bump (which - let's face it - could easily be the result of not being on my 1280cal/day diet any more) there's nothing really to say that I'm still successfully pregnant. There's nothing to say I'm not, of course... but I'd prefer the relative security of feeling like crap to this kind of limbo. I've been so tempted to get a second-hand doppler but I've no experience trying to find a foetal heartbeat so I'd only stress myself out more. That's what I keep telling myself.

In other news, I'm fighting off yet another cold - I'm like a freaking magnet for ickness anyway, it just gets worse when I'm pregnant. This time though I have VICKS! and it seems to be working a treat. Still plagued by headaches, but they too will pass.

I've almost taken down all of the birthday decorations, too. There are a couple of balloons still up and a "Birthday Boy" banner. The room looks so.... sparse without something on the walls though. When we get a mortgaged place, that WILL change. I can't invest in wall hangings for a rental though, especially when we don't know the layout for where we will be moving to next and thus can't plan said wall hangings. Getting a computer desk in the next wee while, to go with hubby's new computer - this means... I GET MY FOOD TABLE BACK!!! I can once more use it for food preparation (pasta, pastry etc) and serving, and we can once more all sit down to dinner as a family, which we've not done in far too long. And once that is done, I can start planning how the room will be decorated for Christmas. It involves sacrificing half the table for a small tree, just to keep it out of the reach of small people.

Speaking of small people, someone needs a diaper change. I can smell him from across the room...