Still pregnant. I’m feeling slightly more normal after a day of lounging and general pottering-about. The morning sickness is dying down to a tiny bit of nausea at breakfast time, and my abdomen seems to have gone all hard and taut, like I’ve got really bad wind. Maybe it’s going to be like Vyvyan in the Young Ones’ pregnancy: one day I’ll just let forth a gigantic fart and that’ll be it. No baby, just a giant methane cloud.
To the doctor’s tomorrow evening to confirm/deny pregnancy/evidence of alien experimentation. Might tell her about the abdominal cramps and see what she thinks.