"N" is for no news is good news

Goran and I were discussing this pregnancy over breakfast (after I charmed him by vomiting in the kitchen sink--which, I will note, Alexander did not even react to) and I'm sort of unnerved by how little monitoring and testing anyone is doing. I'm 11.5 weeks, just a few days from entering the second trimester and I've given no blood, no pee, nada.

Last time I'd given blood twice I think and even brought in pee from home. Goran thinks that this time no one really feels ownership of me, I'm just someone who popped in for an ultrasound, but I'm not so sure. I have a contact at the clinic, we've chatted a few times about insurance woes and whatnot, she is supposed to be in charge of me/us, and she's the one who's been all "Eh, just call when you're 12 weeks and we'll schedule another ultrasound." I had to clarify that yes, our next appt (on the 24th, for anyone following along) will involve the tri-screen, because really, I'd like to get some data on this damn kid!

Anyway, things seem fine. I was feeling better, and then for the weekend in Prague was feeling downright normal. To a degree that I was alarmed, actually. No vomiting, very little nausea, plenty of energy for walking around all day and solo-toddler wrangling, and I was significantly less bloated. But then I came home and crashed. Two really bad days, involving actual vomiting (freeze dried blueberries and strawberries in one's oatmeal make for very cheerful, perky-coloured vomit, even Goran agrees) and some mind-blowing headaches have left me a bit more comfortable with the idea that yes, there is still someone in there.

Today seems better though, and the semi-fresh air we're getting now that it's warm enough to open some windows helps too. Only semi-fresh because we have construction on THREE sides, and will for the foreseeable future. It's so bad that the landlady's agent is pestering us to decide how much lower we want the rent, and then to recommit to a contract, because legally we'd have a full pair of legs to stand on if we wanted to back out based on the construction. Which, you know ... between the fact that the construction Does suck, and the possibility of being relocated in the next few weeks, well, we're in no rush to recommit to anything! I've been trying to string her along but she's getting difficult.

Anyway, since I have nothing interesting and pregnancy related, here is a short clip of Alexander pretending to be a puppy in the Hilton lounge in Prague. He is very into pretending he is a dog recently, and actually ate more from a bowl on the floor last night than he did from his plate at the table.