chicken I had the jab last time round, I've not got over my fear of phones thus far so can't bring myself to phone up about the appointment >.< I don't remember suffering at all with the whooping cough jab, the flu jab was much worse.
The nursery is mostly in planning stage at the moment, told DH the materials for the bedding, curtains and lamp etc were going to cost almost £100 and he damned near had a fit, so will wait till payday and just buy it so he can worry about it when he next sees the statement :P We've technically got the furniture (though still wondering if i can sneak in a nursing chair) but it means sorting out new stuff for DD which is proving to be easier said than done, especially as DH doesn't want to spend much on it >.> The only 'big' purchases we actually have left for bump is the breast pump (which would have been purchased months ago and thus less of a worry had DH not canceled the order spuffles) and a buggy board for the tank that realistically can wait. Oh and I really need to get the bloody crib mattress ordered to stop the fight about whether we need a new one must do that this week
My reusable breast pads came through today, DD took great delight in taking them out of the packaging and showing FiL every single one, perhaps going for farmyard and hungry caterpillar print was in hindsight a bad idea 
but she's been entertained with taking them out of the bag and putting them back, and putting them in the lampshade for the table light for the past hour which is good... i think.... I many never get them back
smog have you tried the airing / linen cupboard? that's where our muslins were.
chicken my mum brought a pram for her house, but that wasn't until she'd had to use the 'tank' and decided it was a horrific beast that took up too much space, PiL have recently bought one for their house too.
Mini DD was 36 weeks but that's practically term, I expect there's someone else in the group who had theirs earlier than me though. I have my first growth scan tomorrow to see how things are going.
oh squatting that sounds like me logic, I have to check on DD every time I go upstairs because clearly if I forget she'll have died, part of me knows it's crazy, but I genuinely have a bit of a breakdown if I realise that someone's gone upstairs without checking on DD, whether it's DH or one of our friends, our friends now know to use the cloakroom downstairs if they need a loo to prevent the inevitable drama. Also owl muslins?! How did I miss that?! I need them!! have briefed FiL that either he or MiL are probably going to need to take me to every Aldi in the city next week for the baby event because there is Very Hungry Caterpillar goodies and I might need them for the nursery :P
It took me a while to bond with DD. Whilst I was pregnant I convinced myself I had ages till she was coming and ages before I needed to really worry about her, she was after alls ave and sound inside me, and then when I had her early it threw me for six, I suddenly had this tiny, weak, refusing to BF being in my life and I genuinely didn't know what do do with her, she wasn't meant to be here yet and I was rather at a loss, especially as DH was less than useless, he suddenly discovered this 'passion to write a novel' and spent most of his paternity leave that we weren't trapped in the hospital hidden away in the study, or just anywhere other than where I and DD were. I think she might have been a few months old before I genuinely felt anything other than fear and cluelessness when I looked at her I was perhaps a little depressed by the whole early slightly traumatic birth thing in hindsight Whereas when it comes to bump I'm so prepared for her coming early and desperate to have her out of my rib cage and in my arms that I think that will be less of an issue...