I've been meaning to write something in the past couple of days, but I keep putting it off. I'm feeling a bit lazy like that.
I've got a scan booked for Friday, which should be 6w5d I think. The Moose is going to come with me.
I still haven't puked, and generally only feel a little queasy a couple of times a day, and that usually lasts about half an hour. I'm still exhausted. I am a mass of incandescent gas. As in wow, gas baby bump (it deflated). And the dreams...well, that could be a whole post in and off itself!
All for now. Bed is calling.