Evening all.
Had my 16 week appointment on Monday - I've somehow managed to lose 1.2kg (about 3lbs?) even though I've been eating fine despite the several times a day hits of nausea. Suppose I must have been eating a bit healthier even though I still have my daily chocolate bar in work... Evenutally got to listen to the heartbeat as well - I think Shrimp is aiming to be world hide & seek champion. 5 minutes of chasing around my stomach with only the briefest of sounds before the midwife finally managed to corner Shrimp for 20 seconds - was hard not to laugh when the midwife was saying "I know you're in there, I heard you a minute ago" 
Rugby - I like your suggestion about adding lentils to curries. I know I've had borderline iron levels in the past so I've mentioned this to DP (he's in charge of most of the cooking), so he's now plotting ways to sneak them in my food as I hate eating my greens!!
God, I'm tired though. Sleeping is just about back to normal, but it's impossible to sleep for a full 8 hours without waking up at least a couple of times if only to turn over. It makes dealing with DP when he's getting stressed difficult. DP was attacked nearly 3 years ago (he was hit over the head 3 times with a steel pole & had a fractured skull & a bleed on the brain) - he wasn't diagnosed with PTSD, Anxiety & other things until after we got together last year after "the system" sort of forgot about him because he didn't go chasing after them after he was discharged from hospital (he was slightly more concerned about looking after his sons because it was less than 6 months after his ex had walked out). Part of his problems is that he finds it difficult to rationalise things when they go wrong, so you can imagine the fun I've had the last few weeks with the death of a good friend of ours, the freezer breaking down last week and sorting out a replacement, and the door catch on the washing machine breaking last night. He's fine once he thinks things through, but he will nearly always initally over-react and behave as if it's the end of the world and it's a personal offence to him. I keep joking that I never thought I'd be the calm one in a relationship. He's getting the right support now and he's already better at dealing with things than a year ago, but it's a long road ahead of us...