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Summer week 20

Hi all,
Its official i have reached the halfway point!!
This will be very short this week as i am very busy trying to put together a presentation for tomorrow (talk about leaving it to the last minute!!).
Had an appointment with the midwife on monday which again went well. The baby's heartbeat is 144 beats per minute which according to old wives tales means its a girl! Boys heartbeats are under 140 per minute and girls are above...apparently.
Everything else is fine and healthy although the midwife did inform me that i should have been to my first anti-natal class (the physical one). Apparently you should go between 12 - 18 weeks but she had neglected to give me the appropriate forms or even to mention it to me.
So i have rushed to book the three 2 hour classes. I have asked to have the first one next week and the second and third in July. These are the classes where you talk about what will happen to your body and what excercises will help prepare you for labour!!! Just have to wait and see if they actually have any free spaces for the dates i have requested.
My medical card came through (i should have sent off for it a long time ago but never got around to it until last week. So i don't have to pay for prescriptions or dental work until Sept 2008... Phil is so jelouse : )
Dad finally finished painting the second coat on the nursery yesterday. So now to get the furniture and actually fit it out properly. This part is going to be quite exciting.
Thats about it - sorry short & sweet but there is nothing more to say really. Except i cannot remember if i told you that we had decided on a girls & boys name now and no i am not posting them up here you will have to wait and see!!!
Bye
Mum To be

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