Hey Buddha sorry to hear E's been poorly, little sausage, the idea of that sickness bug freaks me out, I hate all that.. 
Glad he's on the mend now & LOVE the idea of the elf 
Shaking pom poms wildly for you too... 
Barbie hope the kids are better soon, at least out the way for Christmas! Meant to say what a lovely kind thread you started too, true spirit of Christmas! Great weight loss btw!
Cupcake loving christmas with you! Our tree and decs went up on fri, started wrapping pressies last night and will be writing cards today, love it!
Rumours was with you being 2stone overweight and comfort eating, sods law, before I got this BFP id just lost over a stone in about a month, done it by pretty much cutting out bread, potatoes, pasta and rice, or a couple teeny portions a week, and no cakes or choc, but after a couple wks I had a tiny choc treat in the evening (1 jaffa cake or small pk of choc buttons) will def do it again whenever this pregnancy is over 
Well I've been a complete wreck, the anxiety is overwhelming, I've had very occasional mild queasiness, and fatigue/weak lightheadedness, but when its not there (more than it is there) I'm convinced its over... I've also had occasional aches and twinges, again makes me feel convinced its over.. Was still doing daily tests, but got 12 cheap babymad ones, and got a few faint patchy lines, which left me freaked out and in despair, only to do another a few hrs later and be fine, so knocked the whole POAS thing on the head (also on instruction of Dh) to preserve the small amount of sanity I have left... 
Also googled that from 6wks HCG monitoring not best method of testing viability, scans are, and once a heartbeat is seen, there's 95% chance of successful pregnancy, so how unlucky are we that 6 of my previous pregnancies all ended after seeing a heartbeat each week for about 3wks.. So, I'm in the 5%, great odds huh? Its just so horrible to have no faith, and be so negative and disheartened.. I've been really low, depressed almost, then annoyed at the way its taking me over, guilty for being practically a recluse and boring mum to Summer while I'm 'taking it easy', then wondering why I'm even bothering... Its totally absorbing, and its so horrible and gutting to not have barely any actual joy from 'being pregnant', don't think I've ever found it so hard to believe, I'm just counting the seconds til Wednesday mornings scan, its almost like it will be a relief to just know for def if its 'viable' or not, which consumes me with guilt for feeling like that.. Perhaps its cos its my 8th pregnancy now, and cos of losing the last one at 5wks, when I'm used to my 'danger period' being 8/9wks, so although on tenterhooks in previous pregnancies, the real overwhelming anxieties and sense of doom doesn't kick in til about wk 8, whereas this time its been all along... I'm already thinking I don't think I could do this again, and kicking myself in a way, for even thinking that I could... I'm just so grateful for Summer, we never dared to believe we'd even have her, I feel I must be mad to ask for more.. Then, I feel overwhelmed with guilt, for not believing and having more faith for my tiny baby (hopefully) growing inside of me, a tiny life relying on me, I do want it so much, but I'm also just scared to emotionally attach myself I suppose, god I could scream and sob with frustration, my head is so screwed up..