Saturday, 26 December 2009
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Kate almost didn't get the doctor's letter this morning giving her the all clear to fly to Thailand on Boxing Day.
Apparently Dr. Lucy was very 'conservative'. But after the brouhaha of the last 10 days with the threat of a BA strike and now the weather causing untold chaos at airports around the country, being told at the 11th hour that we couldn't fly because of a piece of paperwork might have sent us over the edge.
However, need for a holiday prevailed and Kate managed to leave the surgery clutching the aforementioned letter (in the name of Kathryn Roskill rather than Harris, as per her passport, so that's a whole new battle to look forward to at check-in).
What's more, apparently we've got a very small baby - about 26cms when it should be 36cms at this stage - so I'm more than a little gutted the Harris runt genes appear to be the dominant ones.
Sunday, 20 December 2009
I've started reading to arrr Stav - a book called Fup by Jim Dodge - as he's now able to hear my voice.
Not entirely suitably reading for a pre-natal, but plenty of opportunities to explore my alternative dramatic calling and try out a range of different accents.
No idea if Stav is following the story, but Kate seems to enjoy being read to.