Back to reality...

Things have suddenly taken a bit of a turn. Everything is fine with Spud, but one of my great fears for this pregnancy was that C's back might give in... It ain't the strongest in the world and there is a bit of a history of problems.
Anyway, on returning home from work on Wednesday, I found my poor darling crying at the front door. It had happened. Here back was in spasm. There was nothing we could do. I tried massaging which relieved it a bit, but then it would just come back. Eventually, out of desperation, we resorted to drugs. Unfortunately not the mind altering type, but rather those of a pain killing muscle relaxant nature. Got advice from Dr Z, (am sure there'll be a bill in the post), and it seemed to help a bit.

So, its been a tentative few days with C trying not to do to much.
That means more dishes and housework for me... Which I expected to happen, just not so soon. I don't really mind as she does so much for me, but I am very excited that Angel is returning to work tomorrow! What would we do without her!

C went for a checkup last week, just to make sure everything was okay. Had a scan and Spud was SO cute. He was sucking his thumb which just looks adorable, and even had hiccups at one stage. How funny.

I bought a CD of classical nursery rhymes. Pretty cool, cos it helps us with the tune for some of the ones we don't know that well. Now for us to sit down and start singing. It'll be like Karaoke, except with less beer and tequila shots, and more sober embaressment at the sound of our own voices...

This kid has really taken a hold on our hearts. C told me just how much she loves him... our next door neughbour said to me, "Take those feelings and multiply them by a thousand, and then you'll start to realise how you're gonna feel when he's born..."

I can't wait!