- I chilled out, relaxed, and learned how to sleep properly. Something about our new bedroom means I sleep like a baby, perhaps because our heating is no longer included in our rent payments so this house isn’t as balmy as our old one. No more nights of insomnia, no more 4am frets, I’m asleep for 11 and awake at 7. I feel like a new woman.

- From my 12 week test results I’ve been diagnosed as being high-risk for developing pre-eclampsia. It’s a testament to the new laid-back version of me that this hasn’t been worrying in the slightest. In fact, I think it’s wonderful that the hospital are taking such good care of me – I’ll be in every 4 weeks for additional pulse, blood pressure and heart monitoring as well as extra scans. I got to see baby H again yesterday and it was wonderful.

- I discovered emailsfromcrazypeople.com

- I grew a baby bump, evidenced by a lovely lady offering me her seat on the tube.

I am ending this week feeling positive, excited and very happy. Still no internet at home (and it’s not going to be forthcoming until the beginning of Feb, argh), but on the bright side this is giving me plenty of time to cook for and attend to my poor, neglected husband. I really want to get cracking on my freelance portfolio but this will just have to wait whilst I chill out a bit longer. Ahhhhhhhhh……..

The staff at UCLH have really impressed me so far – everyone has been so caring, sympathetic and professional. With the exception of the the phlebotomist who I thought was scary and mean at first, but after she sang Duffy at me throughout my last blood test I realise she’s just pleasantly nuts. Plus, if I can’t feel her taking my blood, she must be good. So every trip to the hospital right now feels to me like a holiday to EuroDisney, including the waiting (though I make this worse myself by insisting on being half an hour early to every appointment).

It’s mandatory to have two doctors present at your ‘milestone’ ultrasounds at UCH (is this what happens in other hospitals?) both confirming the health of baby, and my pair of doctors yesterday were great. According to them our baby is beautiful and perfect, music to our ears. They really took their time showing us different parts of baby, and we saw 10 fingers, 10 toes, a brain, eyes with lenses, lips, nose, ears, spine, legs, arms, the heart (157 bpm), a bladder and stomach… in short, everything is where it should be.

Our due date has been slightly adjusted to 21st July, making it pretty much guaranteed that baby will make an appearance on my 25th birthday (25th July), because I’m not good at sharing and Karma hates me like that.

Surprisingly they were able to take a guess at the sex of baby… it’s a GIRL! At least they are 60-70% sure, not enough for me to be calling baby ’she’ or buying pink stuff, but good to know. Of course I would be happy either way but I was sure I could feel girl vibes from my uterus. And everyone knows mum’n'daughter matching outfits are cute

Roll on 21st July… I can’t wait to meet our baby.

I was wrong when I thought I would be totally laid back about this pregnancy. Every twinge, every waning symptom has me running to Google and re-testing with my pee sticks, or calling NHS direct in a state of panic.

Our booking in appointment at UCH was fantastic. We were allocated a student midwife, which I was dubious of at first, but she was just lovely and able to answer our questions well. I mentioned to her the dropping off of my painful boobs (I’m able to lie on my stomach again, total revelation) as well as a faint pregnancy test (why? Why? Why? have I still been testing at 10 weeks pregnant? All credit to the midwives at UCH who they didn’t ask this question, I sure as hell would have). Still, the fact that the line was a lot weaker than my earlier tests worried me horribly.

They took my worries seriously and marched me down to the Early Pregnancy Unit for a scan. Internet, we have a baby:

It has arms and legs that were moving! A head! An umbilical cord! And what looks like a football, but is apparently a yolk.

I would like to write about how the tiredness that has taken over my life is still… well, taking over my life, but the happiness is overriding that.