It was all rather dramatic. Was crying walking along the street to the hospital, convinced something awful was happening, cried in the Obstetric Assessment Unit because no-one saw me for, ooh, five whole minutes, but then nearly fainted with relief with the monitor picked up his heartbeat and plenty of movement.
Then had another crying fit in the small hours of this morning, but had similar relief when I saw him on the scan, all big and bouncing. He's 4lbs already, so, indeed, if he does put in an appearance he'll be fine. I'm just scared of something going wrong, and me not realising. I guess it's a flashback to all those previous missed miscarriages...
On the plus side, while I was in hospital we had a new wooden floor laid, to replace the repellent pink carpet that was there before, a mere three-and-a-half years after we moved in. It looks ACE!