phew

We had a bit of a panic this morning at hospital, when it appeared as if the Bairn hadn't grown at all for a month. The consultant was quite reassuring and said he thought it was something to do with the measurements being off as I'm taller and thinner than average (well I was thinner until my recent acquisition of thighs of lard) but that I needed a scan as soon as possible. Despite his reassurance, I immediately began to feel the fear that you only feel when you have no control over anything and your world is falling apart. Fortunately, Mr McMuffin was a rock and hid his own fear very well, so I managed not to get any more hysterical than a few tears and a big, red puffy face. Anyway, we had the scan and the Bairn is absolutely fine and a normal size for his age.

I now feel a bit pathetic and wrung out and I'm not going back to work this afternoon. Mr McMuffin is making us a lovely lunch and we're both going to relax and think about our last glimpse of the Bairn, which showed him opening and shutting his mouth in the style of a fish and waving his hand in front of his face, looking quite relaxed and comfortable and oblivious to the worries around him, as babies should be.