Moving
This blog is moving!
We've been spending increasing amounts of time deleting spam comments from this blog - and it is apparently impossible to get foolproof protection on the particular blogging software we're using without spending money. So, with big thanks to Chris Goringe for sorting the technical stuff, we're moving.
Please bookmark (and/or update your links) the new site:
http://higton.goringe.net/
Comments on this blog will shortly be closed, but all the existing comments have been moved across to the new site.
On the new site, if you wish to post a comment, you will need to register. This requires you to supply an email address, which is only stored on goringe.net and will not be given to anyone else, or used to send spam. The first time you post a comment it will be held for moderation; after that, the software will 'trust' you. This should allow us to keep the spam off.
You'll find we've made quite a few changes to the site...
News
We intimated a couple of weeks back that lack of entries on the blog had been due to a variety of things on our minds. We'll let you into the secret of one of them today, which has been on my mind (and stomach) particularly.
This is Small, as viewed this morning. Small is 74.7 mm from crown to rump. As far as we can tell from this 13-week scan, all is progressing well - there are the right number of arms, legs, eyes and brain hemispheres as well as a stomach, bladder and very active heart.
Small has been making me feel pretty horrid for the last eight weeks. I never had any real problems with morning sickness with Bridget, but it's been all change this time round. That coupled with umpteen colds and a stomach bug has left me feeling pretty out of it and in need of quite a lot of extra sleep. I have therefore been pleasantly relieved that Bridget doesn't seem to want to drop her afternoon sleep just yet, since it gives me the chance to curl up for an hour or so myself.
Bridget, of course, has no idea what is going on, although she did come with us for the scan this morning (and got fed up with a dark room and ten minutes when she was not allowed to go to Mummy). The only thing that seems to come out of it for her is having a tired Mummy around who doesn't want to do nearly so much and who can't pick her up and carry her all the time, let alone take her out in the backpack. I'm hoping that that blissful blooming trimester is just around the corner, but it didn't happen last time, so I'm not expecting any great resurgence of energy.
Small is due on 7th October, so we'll have two close birthdays. And all this means that Bridget will have to move out of her cot in the next couple of months and adjust to the delights of a bed. More fun for her than us, I'm sure.
We aren't counting our chickens just yet. We'll be having a second scan in about six weeks' time, which should be able to tell us more about whether everything's OK, but at the moment we're just cruising along in the 'we might be going to have another child' mode.