What a difference a day makes.

Had another appointment with the midwaife today. Since i've moved house (like 3 months ago) i decided it would be a good idea to move Surgeries, so instead of the lovely Carol it was the equally lovely Bobby checking threw my information and reading the results of my 12 week scan. (which i loved. Never thought seeing something like that could make you blub like a child.)

One thing they ask is if you mind having blood taken. I could read out the long list of things they check for but we'd be here for hours and some of them are quite scary. >_<>

This, unfortunatly for me, meant another blood test today. now, i'm not afraid of blood, i'm not scared of having blood tests... but you come any where near me with a needle and you'll never see me again. I hate them... they are, without doubt, the worst inventions man (and it was man, cause he's just evil like that) could ever invent!

So now my right arm stings while some creep somewhere is looking at my blood. Charming.