Fruity Times

Apparently at 11 weeks a 'foetus' has grown to the size of a fig – from a kumquat to a fig in the space of a week.

In preparation for my Nuchal scan next Monday, I had yet another blood test - this one to check my Pregnancy Associate Plasma Protein (PAPPs). Apparently this with the neck measurement will give me as accurate an indication as I can get that all is okay ... or not.

I’ll get my scan then see the doctor immediately, who should also have my blood results, since I’ve had them done a week early.

It’s a funny time, because on the one hand there meant to be all all kinds of growth and development going on, and on the other – how would you know?

Thankfully my full-blown paranoia and fear from the beginning is really standing me in good stead now.

That is, I’ve grown used to living in fear.

I will be scared leading into Monday’s appointment, but hopefully my uncomfortably full bladder will be a good distraction for that.

I keep being told not to worry – because of Star’s age – but you know how it is.