Watching the ultrasound nurse (I'll call her USN from now on) in action was fascinating as she measured, checked and re-checked things. I say 'things' because it really is difficult to make out what the heck you are looking at. The heart was reasonably obvious as it pounded away, the spine was quite clear as were the wiggling legs, but that was really it. I frequently mistook the torso for the head and vice-versa. I'm sure anyone else who's gone through this would second my observations.
Needless to say, Fi and I are both thrilled. Thankfully everything is fine at the moment with mother and child so the final question that we wanted to ask was the sex of Baby. Apparently the little blighter had 'flashed' USN a few times and when we asked her she confirmed it was going to be a boy (or at least confirmed as much as they can). Classy lad it would seem! Next Baby appointment is in 4 weeks with the midwife so more news then.
The Bank Holiday weekend was spent camping in Burnbake Farm near Corfe Castle in Dorset. It's a great part of England and somewhere I'd spend many of my childhood holidays, so much of it is familiar. The normal gang was there plus the welcome addition of Becky, Rachs's sister along with her tent 'Bernie'. The weather on Sunday and Monday was excellent and the highlight for me was the boat trip from Swanage, skillfully mapped by Paul on his shiny new handheld GPS!
I'll post the photos at a later time.
