Womb Raider

So, 9 1/2 weeks...still looking like a blob.

10 1/2 weeks...sucking it's thumb.

Mr. DD and I were shocked. "When did you grow THUMBS?" we exclaimed. "Let alone an appendage with which to suck them?" I almost managed to forget the indignity of the dildo cam. (Not to mention the serious clenchage I was doing to avoid farting on Dr. BTG. Lentil soup for lunch and my legs up in stirrups. Oy.)

"Oh, I've woken him up." said Dr. Bow Tie Guy.

The alien looked right at us. You could tell he was all like, "You mother f****r. I'm going to f*** you. I OWN this womb. Are you a Jew?"

I kid, I kid. I hope to give birth to the anti-Gibson, but the little prawn did look vaguely perturbed at being paparazzied while trying to enjoy a nap and directed little Bruce Lee type maneouvers in our direction to show he meant business. So we left him in peace.

This'll pretty much be my last scan until the NHS sends me in for one at 20 weeks, so I'll be a while before I see his little face again. (although by the next time, he will have theoretically grown significantly more of a face to see) At that point I imagine that we'll be able to find out whether he is the he we believe him to be or whether he is a she instead of a he. Forgive my lapse into Seussian rhyme there.

This was also my last visit with Dr. Bow Tie Guy, which is a shame, but he's not really an obstetrics person, he just deals with early pregnancy complications, so I've been handed off to the local NHS midwife, who hasn't actually bothered to get in touch yet. Glad to know I'm in good hands.

Sheesh.