Still no more symptoms to speak of. Wondering if, as some of you suggested, the nausea last week was in fact a stomach bug and nothing to do with pregnancy!
Meanwhile poor Pob has had a tough week. The least of it was that she had her MMR on Wednesday, which didn't seem to bother her much. She had an afternoon of grumpiness and that seemed to be it.
Her second trauma came on Friday morning we noticed she had a swollen eye. NHS Direct didn't seem to be worried by it, nor did our local pharmacist. Another pharmacist saw her at lunchtime and told us to take her to the doctor, the doctor told us to take her to A&E. So at 6pm on a Friday night we were in A&E. Luckily one of our local hospitals has a paediatric A&E, so we were at least in an area designed for children with friendly nurses. By the time we'd seen the nurse, the medical student, and finally the doctor, it was 1930 and Pob was a little scratchy. They agreed it was a case of peri-ocular cellulitis, but not too bad, and we were ok to take her home with oral antibiotics, she didn't need an IV. We were relieved. She slept badly but woke in the morning with the eye much better, and our return visit to A&E that lunchtime resulted in a discharge. So no big drama.
Then this morning the drama. She was going backwards and forwards to the bookshelf to get me books to read to her. She picks up the book, stands up, then totters over to me. It's a change she's made in the last three weeks, she's now decided it's easier to walk and carry a book than it is to crawl over to me, bringing the book by sliding it along the floor underneath one hand. This morning, however, balance was not her friend, and she chose a somewhat circuitous route back to me. As she headed towards me she lost her balance,and fell headfirst onto the edge of the coffee table. I'm sure you could have heard the crack several streets away, it made me feel sick to hear it. She screamed and screamed. We tried to put ice on the bump, but that made her scream more loudly. We put on some arnica cream and she snuggled in my arms for a few minutes, occasionally letting out an outraged yell, crying a bit then snuffling for a few seconds. After a few minutes we asked her if she wanted breakfast, and she struggled out of my lap and onto the floor, then held out her hand so I could walk her over to her high chair. She's been fine all day, apparently, although she looks awful, with a livid purple bruise in the middle of her forehead.
Oh, and the antibiotics have given her nappy rash for the first time in her life. Poor baby.
So life is plenty distracting. Too busy, not enough time with Pob, but distracting.
Three sleeps to go.