This cold’s still gripping on for grim death, although I’ve pumped my system full of Ribena, soup, satsumas and honey…There’s nothing like artificial drugs to help you out in these situations. Sigh.
Fortunately, the baby remains blissfully unaware that its Mother’s suffering in the grip of hideous germs and is now so big that its making my tum into all sorts of weird and wonderful shapes. VERY freaky.
Went to see the midwife yesterday and it’s working its way further down, but has a way to go yet. Apparantly it has a boy’s heartbeat, but as it was a girl a few weeks ago it’s anyone’s guess what it’s going to be at the end. I keep trying to tell it that it’s much more fun outside than in, but so far to no avail.
So it’s just a question of waiting now. Next appointment is on 22nd December, so we’ll see how the land lies then.
William's First Year 