playing chasey

Went to the doctor this morning, and had a twenty-minute session of trying to monitor the kidlet's heartbeat. In theory, fairly simple: the nurse found his heartbeat, and all I had to do was lie there and hold the monitor in place while the machine took readings.

In practice, the kidlet was not happy about being squashed by this thing pressing into my stomach, and kept wriggling around trying to avoid it. So I spent quite a while chasing heartbeats round my stomach, settling into place, then feeling a massive KICK and we were off again...



(Pregnancy appears to be going well. My body doesn't like it, but I appear to be ultra-good at the gestating thing.)