Published January 14, 2014 | By Greg Hodgson-Fopp

Today’s my husband’s day to post on the blog, but he’s had a pretty crazy day, and is now chilling out with some well-earned trashy TV. I can vaguely hear it from the bedroom (he is determined to ruin his posture, so he watches TV on his laptop in bed, despite the presence of a decent television and comfortable couches in the lounge room). It sounds like someone is plotting to kill someone else, or something. Maybe it’s a police drama or something. I can never tell, they all blur together.

When it’s my turn to post in 2 days, I’ll continue the discussion of the IVF Process that I started, but when posting for my husband, I feel I should talk about things he’d talk about.

Like the fact I just realized it’s exactly 200 days to my husband’s prediction of the birth date.

200 days is 6 months and 20 days (Calculating at 30 days a month, which my Engineer’s brain keeps telling me isn’t accurate). Doesn’t seem like that long, I guess in my head I’ve always had “Pregnancy is 9 months” and I don’t seem to be noticing that time is passing and I’m not updating that. Suspect I will be in for a shock in … about 200 days.

Nothing really new to report on the pregnancy front, so far I guess.

We’ve had two ultrasounds in the last 2 weeks, and we have another scheduled for this week. It’ll be cool to see a few more pictures. The little dude/ettes are doubling in size at every ultrasound at the moment, which is inspiring.

They do still look more like little aliens than humans. I shall have to stop myself from googling “Lizard Baby”.

Poor Natasha has had morning sickness. I guess all you Mothers out there are nodding and going “of course she has”, but you see, Natasha has been unusually blessed with her previous pregnancies and hasn’t had that particular trial of the first trimester. But it seems that carrying two little babies has upped the pregnancy stakes a bit in the bloodstream to the point where it has even overcome her amazing resilience!

I will admit to sitting here, thousands of miles away, feeling slightly guilty. I feel like we made her feel ill. I know this isn’t rational, but I can’t help it. I feel a little bit to blame all the same. 

She’s also craving Tuna.

Matt is blaming me for that one, since he really, really doesn’t like Tuna. I’m not quite sure how I am supposed to have had any affect on Natasha’s cravings from this distance, but sometimes our brains don’t work like that, I guess. In the same way that Natasha told us that at least one of our babies is a girl, because she is craving cheese.

I quite like cheese. Matt quite likes cheese. Who doesn’t like cheese, really? Sometimes I even crave cheese.

*goes to the fridge*