I woke at 5:45am this morning. 6 hours 15 minutes to go.
All morning I've ticked the hours off. My genetic pessimism said there was no chance.
I sat in the doctors and when my name was called my stomach went to my feet.
He looked me over, the noises were positive and then the magic words "you're fine."
my stomach lurched up to where it should be. I walked out with a happy saunter and headed to Tesco's to get some shopping and to see something anything different.
I now need to pack, where is that darned Camera :D
I don't expect to be posting until Thursday but you never know.
Thanks for all the good wishes!!