22 Weeks

It appears I've got into the habit of just reading other peoples blogs again and forgetting to actually blog myself, July was alright but August isn't looking so good with a pitiful 2 posts.

So what's happening?
Ixxy is now about a pound in weight, and is 11 or so inches long. This week the kicking became a lot more precise and very strong. For the first time I put my hand on my tummy and felt a kick with my hand. So for Dad's expecting babies I imagine this is a very special time :-)

The smallest baby that ever survived was born at 22 weeks and it's amazing to think that my baby is that age now and becomes offically 'viable' next week, coupled with the fact that I don't really look very pregnant and that no stranger would think I even was.

In order to save money (funds are running stupidly low) I'm now walking to work and back from work when it's still light. I'm attempting to get more hours and perhaps a second job just to get me through until December when the tax credits, maternity pay, child benefit and grants all kick in (and I finish paying for my TV licence). This suits me at the moment since apart from leaky boobs and baby boots I have no other aliments and I feel great and full of energy. I'm also trying to go swimming once a week.

My whole family finally knows about my pregnancy which I'm very happy about. They have all been really supportive and it makes me very grateful to have them.

My repeat scan is on Tuesday, so all being well and me being bothered I'll write up another blog then. Me and presumed Father of Ixxy are meeting for coffee on monday, and I shall leave you with his wise words:

"Baby's are a bit boring at the beginning, like the start of diablo 2."