I contacted a Lyme disease charity and the iMidwife who lives conveniently in Facebook messenger, and both said to go to my GP. I rang up yesterday and they slotted me in today.

The doctor I saw was wonderful (I heart the NHS so much) and really listened to me. She said if I hadn't been pregnant she would have put me on a course of Doxycycline antibiotics, but pregnant women can't have these, so she said she'd contact a hospital Lyme specialist and that I should call up early next week to see what I need to do next.

Amazingly I had a phone call about an hour later asking me to come back and collect a blood form. The doctor had spoken to the specialist, who thought it was unlikely I have Lyme, but it would be best to be tested. I then had to call a number and so I'm off to a blood clinic next Wednesday.

I'm feeling okay and not in the sad, lightly weeping state I was in the other night, after Googling what Lyme disease can do to unborn babies (a tip: don't) and feeling like I'd failed my baby before he's even here. But I'm so much happier knowing that I'm doing what I can to look after him (let's ignore the two days out-of-date wild smoked salmon I ate yesterday - that stuff is expensive! - with some in-date but equally questionable cream cheese) and that a medical professional thinks my risk is low.

We found out we're having a boy two weeks ago at my 20 week scan, which was a slightly amusing experience. My baby had hold of his foot, blocking the sonographer's view, who needed to check all his organs and measurements. Without warning she began pounding the scanner into my stomach to make him move. I had no idea why she was doing this and thought she was having some kind of seizure!

We were sent away to the cafe to try and make him move by my having a drink. Luckily she was able to do the rest of the measurements when we returned and he's looking fine so far :)

He's also currently the size of "a spaghetti squash". Of course when Ollie told me this I just smiled blankly and nodded. Whoever heard of such a thing as a spaghetti squash!

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