Tomorrow, I'm officially 20 weeks pregnant. Halfway there. I'm quite happy about that.
It's not that I don't LIKE being pregnant, it's just that... Ok, I don't like it at all. My back aches constantly, my gums bleed profusely every time I brush my teeth, my legs keep seizing up in painful cramps, I feel bloated and immobile and cranky and I can't wait for it to be over.
And, look, LOOK at how small the bump is. It's going to get a whole lot worse.
We found out the baby is a girl on Friday, which was pretty thrilling. Not that we wouldn't have been happy either way, of course, but knowing makes it seeem more real, somehow.
She has a name... whether it'll be the name we give her after seeing her, who can say. But I think it will be. It's a good, classic name and we're both happy with it.
She also has her first ever clothes, after I won a $100 voucher at All Sorts 4 Kids. As soon as we learned her gender, I spent it on the kind of clothes I probably wouldn't spend money on nomally - and today they arrived.
Bub is now the proud owner of a gorgeous set of floral Bebe bloomers, a matching playsuit and bib and a little white dress.
They're not even vaguely practical, but who wants the first clothes they own - out of a lifetime of clothing to come - to be anything other than gorgeous?
Dan and I ceremonially hung them, tiny little flowery scraps of fabric that they are, in the nursery, and I was glad we hadn't started out with cotton Bonds onesies and singlets.
Every girl should start life with a few gorgeous little dresses hanging in her wardrobe.