Pink would def recommend the skater dress! I haven't compared measurements, but another thing to say is that it's knee length on me, but much short in the pic. (I am only 5 foot 4 tho!) Yay for settling on a name! I'm encouraged by your love of Betsy - maybe will persevere with it and DH for a bit!
Lexi, yes, Tilly or Tilda are great, I agree! And of course the Dahl connection is just fab 
Ood we must have similar taste in names, then!
Em what about Bertie? A bit like Freddie and Archie, but a bit different?
Zoey, again, what a cute DH!! Mine just blows raspberries, which I am sure must make them jump!
Em glad you're little wriggler is reassuring you!
And glad your scan put your concerns to bed, Rainbow.
Zoey poor thing!!!
Ethel thanks, Penguin should be a good one!
So tonight we went to a Parentcraft-Twins class at the hospital which was good but which would have been better/easier if DH and I were actually speaking!!! I suggested earlier we meet in the nearby Waitrose, but instead he got to the hospital an hour early and said he wouldn't come and meet me in Waitrose (five mins on bike). After a difficult three-mile cycle during which I had discovered that - bizarrely - both my bike lights had died so I had to cycle on the pavement, I ended up getting us both on-the-run food but then it started really tipping down when I got back on my bike and so I arrived at hospital soaked to the bone in a bit of a fury. I know I didn't really have a leg to stand on being so cross at him, but he hadn't wanted to come to Waitrose and if he had I could have worn his waterproof trousers at least. And in the first place we'd agreed (or so I thought, anyway) to meet there, and he was a whole hour early so could easily have gone for us both. It's always me who does the practical stuff. He never thinks ahead or forward plans - I find that exhausting. So I was really p*ssed off when I got there. I just needed a rant which would have passed in ten mins. All I need him to do is say something like 'Yes, I can see that there was a confusion' or 'Sorry you got wet' or 'Thanks for my pastie' or something bloody human to move things along but instead he gets like a hedgehog into a ball of defensiveness and starts having a go at me. Every. Bloody. Time. Neither of us wanted to be there in the end. I tried to pacify things immediately before and halfway through but nothing. Stonewalled. Which made it really difficult to meet other people as he's so shut down. He didn't say a word the whole way through when all the other dads-to-be were being brilliant and asking loads of questions and stuff. I was really quite embarrassed by his grumpiness, long after mine had subsided. We cycled home in silence and I've got really cross since we got back - I don't want to be married to an intractable hedgehog. I want someone who will be magnanimous once in a bloody while. Okay, rant over. (Oh and this isn't pregnancy hormones - I'm afraid we're like this usually!!!)