I'm losing it!!

It's official, I am losing my ability to remember things... I have got into a bit of a muddle with dates and today is NOT the day for my 20 week scan :-( fortunately, just before dashing off to St John's at 8 this morning I thought I'd just double check. The actual appointment was supposed to be going on 18th January but Kevin couldn't make it so now it's 3 pm on 5th February. Come hell or high water, we'll be there. To say that I'm disappointed is an understatement but it just goes to show that pregnancy does make your mind go to mush (funnily enough I can't remember that happening with Daniel, that came later!) Still, at least I'll be 24 weeks so Beanie will be that much bigger. I have put on 2 lbs in weight since the beginning of my pregnancy, which can't be bad (the fact that I'm at least 3 stone overweight before being pregnant is neither here nor there...)

Additionally, I am charging(?!!) off to Scotland tomorrow for a meeting on Wednesday so my brain really doesn't know where it belongs. It's not clear at this stage whether the funeral will take place on Friday or be postponed until next week and if so I'll be heading East. Too much is happening for my tired little head to take it all in...

On Saturday, Kevin and I went buggy hunting as we were allegedly near a store with plenty of choice and keenly priced. When it was slashing down with rain we were driving round in ever decreasing mud logged circles and had to retire to a local pub for lunch (as you do!) Suitably refreshed we decided to have another attempt at locating this store and whilst we were successful (it had only taken 3 hours - including lunch and 2 phone calls!!) it didn't have what we were looking for after that. The moral of the story is to take Tim (my satnav companion) with me wherever we go... If only I could get satnav for my intelligence - you are here and need to turn here so that you can reach your destination.

The year ahead...

Happy New Year to everyone!


This year starts on an exciting note as we are thrilled that Beanie seems to be thriving well and I'm now 19 weeks pregnant (I look like a Christmas pudding with legs...) Kevin and I are going for our 20 week scan on Monday, 8th January. This will show if there are any likely anatomical problems and we can get to see how much s/he has grown. Trust me, a lot, as my feet are in a permanent shadow. We also get another scan photo to add to the growing collection.

One of the more difficult things to come to terms with is loss. Unfortunately, we were given the tragic news that my Sister's boyfriend had only a year to live before Christmas, the reality proved to be much shorter as Daryl passed away on 27th December (a mere 19 days after diagnosis). My niece and nephew thought of him like a Dad and my Sister is overwhelmed by the intensity of grief. At this stage, there are complications so we don't know when the funeral is likely to be and it is a very testing time. To me, Daryl was like a brother and it is hard to think that he will never get to know Beanie. Our family has a big gap in it. I have found it difficult to blog recently because I couldn't air what was happening as it was too painful and I would have been far too depressing to read...

For those of you that I see this means that I will be spending more time in Norfolk at weekends so I won't get the chance for a natter at least it will give your ears a bit of a break.

Thanks to all of you who have listened, comforted and rejoiced with us in 2006. It does make a huge difference.