Good news. I am feeling marginally less vile than I was. Rather than feeling like I might be sick at any moment, I’d say that’s reduced to 50% of the time, and particularly when coughing.
Bad news: my pelvis has started hurting. With it, the muscles in my backside feel like they have run a marathon. They ache like they would if I’d just done a punishing session in the gym. I can see myself heading osteopathwards in the next couple of weeks if it carries on lime this. I’ll keep the crutches on standby. Yes, I do own a pair…
Good news: I have felt Little Bean move! Undoubtedly. Thought I had been feeling it for a few weeks now, but couldn’t be sure, but now I am! Usually in the evening when I am still. After dinner. The familiar tap-tap-tap in the right place. Nice to know the trouble maker is there.
Bad news? It keeps hiding and making me panic. Just as my sickness is starting to lessen a bit, I’m wishing it back again in some way.
Good news: I’m feeling a little less tired than I was.
Bad news: I keep accidentally closing my eyes and losing 2 hours. Oops. Sleeping is also becoming uncomfortable. I keep waking up ravenous at about 5 am. And staying awake until 8am, and then falling asleep.
Good news: at least I can still sleep. The memory foam mattress I bought for the spare room is coming into its own now.