Just a quickie...

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.