I'm afriad I've had to skip half the last two pages as talking about food... well, we're not on good terms at the moment 
We've been really busy last two days (read as I've stayed in bed til 1pm, vomited copiously then lay on the sofa) as FIL was visiting monday and my parents came over last night. We told them all the good news and luckily they were very pleased. I've got three siblings (I'm youngest) and I'm the first to start making a baby, so they were very pleased about it all. Sorry eek 
I did find out that (as expected from previous conversations) my mother was very sick when she was pregnant with me. At 7 weeks she was hospitalised with hg (and apparently refused all drugs!) so she's very understanding of how sick I've been which is good.
We also went for a cheeky early scan at Berkshire Independant yesterday afternoon which was brilliant. Baby blob exactly the right size for my dates (I was 7+1, they measured as 7+2) and heartbeat was very visible and strong (150 odd bpm) which was breath taking to see! Only slight sadness or maybe more unknown was that she said that the yolk sack looked a little irregular, and may have possibly been a twin that didn't survive- but at that size she said we'd never know. I've not had any bleeding or problems so I'm inclined to say that it's not, but either way it was clearly not meant to be, and there's one healthy little 11mm lump in there. I just gotta hope it stays until the end :) (and ps, all done on tummy cam, no dildo cam! phew!)
kitten I am shitting it about the blood tests. I'm terrible at them at the best of times (we're talking a 40 minute lie down and subsequent raising of the head by 10 degrees every 5 further minutes until I can stand up again), and my booking in appt is next friday. If I'm still this sick, I'm going to be vomiting all over the midwife and passing out all over the floor. Husband has offered to come with me! Bless him, not sure that wouled help.