Well, we have now reached the halfway point. Week 21 and all's well. Isabel is now complaining of a number of things I list these in order of grievance.

1. Nothing fits. Well, this doesn't really surprise me. Just about to go out and I'm told that everything Isabel owns, makes her look pregnant. Ahem.

2. It's awake. It's asleep. Put you hand there, I just felt something. So I sit there. Did you feel that? No! Did you feel that? No! Just wait a minute, did you feel that then!? No! This takes place on a regular basis at 9.00am as I'm about to head out for work. I'm just waiting for the day when I do feel 'that' and it's a right hook!

3. Food. I am mean, if you know me, you'll know about this passion of mine. I do not appreciate cravings for a Big Mac even if they do make salads. I do not even really care if it's convenient, fast… whatever. I won't be frequenting these 'restaurants' with Jnr, and I don't expect to start now. Fair point? We went to Burger King instead.

Mother and unborn doing well. Jnr has longer than average legs, a long, as opposed to round, head. And before you ask, we don't know, and won't be asking. m/f


Junior at 21 weeks... can ya see what it is yet?