Just back from the hospital and the little one's now measuring 8+5, which is spot on for my dates... a massive relief.
All great news, but then I went back to the van and realised I'd locked myself out - the keys were in the ignition. As if I needed any more confirmation that yes, I am up the duff. Cue a long cold wait on the blowy seafront for an already stressed DH to walk back to work, pick up his set and then walk back to let me go home. Happy days!
Camb79 I'm not working at the moment, so no commute, just running around after a 3 year old all day... luckily he's not much of a bolter, but still.
Going to call the midwife now (hadn't before because I didn't want to jinx anything, I've just been seeing the consultant who investigated the last miscarriage)... wish me luck!