Thursday, 13th November

There was a definite atmosphere when I awoke this morning. I haven't learnt the word superstitious yet, but Mum gets on edge whenever the number 13 comes up these days. Although it's not a Friday, I suppose I'm also in my 13th week, and as I've not really been that well, maybe they're right to be a bit worried. I attempted to do everything I could to allay their fears, but my Pampers were telling a different story. The Doctor came in the morning, frowned at me, and squeezed my tummy, again.  I frowned back - 2 heads are always better than one, after all... but in this case I suggested phoning the consultant as well, for a 3rd opinion.     

We finally all agreed that I'd try something called Morphine. Mum recommended it too, she said it had helped the tummy pain she'd had after I'd moved out.
I felt that everyone needed to relax for a bit, so I persuaded Rachel to come & chill out with me on the water bed in the sensory room. We had a fantastic time in there, while Mum grabbed 40 winks...

Dad couldn't join us today, unfortunately. He phoned to tell me he had some important meetings, but I think actually he was just trying to get his computer working again after Grandad had been drilling holes everywhere.