So now over half way. I know what it is. We are keeping it a secret which is challenging enough. I have to keep catching myself in conversations.

It’s been a bit manic slowly. Found out we are moving within the next month so its all sanity is lost all brain waves are diminished and here we go. So we are starting to pack… yay?

I’m not looking forward to the glucose tolerance test. I don’t trust them after last time. Some how I passed them all until it was late in the game.

I’ve had some wild dreams. It’s lead to a lot of reflection. Not always a positive trip down memory lane. Combine that with starting a new course of therapy and I feel like my brain is slowly fading to grey in terms of how much information I am able to retain.

On the upside, we got a changing table for a tenner, can’t remember if I mentioned that before? We’ve painted it fresh because it badly needed it. I can’t wait to start setting up for the baby though.