The UB has a new dramatis personae. Meet Sprout. Sprout, at eight weeks old, is about the size of a cherry tomato, but growing fast. Sprout is the reason a nurse was giving me an internal exam yesterday and Sprout made me throw up this morning. Honestly, it's a bit of a love-hate relationship at the moment.
I'm having an ultrasound tomorrow at St Thomas's. I already love St Thomas's - there is something amazing about having a 24/7 emergency walk-in gynacology unit a short bus ride from home. After blood and the obligatory wee tests, the nice nurses told me that my progesterone levels are good and that I shouldn't be overly concerned. I guess after tomorrow it will be official.