Last Christmas, I bought Pete one of those experience day type things, but seeing as he works every hour that god sends he hadn't had a chance to use it yet. We booked it about a month ago, and a hotel to make a night of it, then set off early on Friday morning. Pete got to drive the love of his life, a Porsche, around a race track. He was like a little child, hopping from foot to foot with excitement. Unfortunately, even though Pete had booked the whole weekend off, he ended up having to go in to work on Saturday, so we were up at the crack of dawn and on our way home from Market Harborough by 8.30am. We did get to have a nice Italian meal the night before though.
I have my scan tomorrow, I'm almost 22 weeks so it's a little later than normal, but it still marks the halfway point. I'm incredibly excited to find out what flavour we have in there, but I'm worried that something will be wrong with the baby too. I try to not think too much about it.
I've been really missing my Nan tonight too. I would've been straight on the phone to her tomorrow, telling her our news. She was always the first to know about anything. If it's another girl, it'll have Joyce as a middle name to honour my Mum and Nan, as it is/was their middle name too. I want to be able to tell her that.
Looking at this photo of her, it's like she's still here. She hasn't gone at all. I can still call her tomorrow and hear how excited she is to have another new baby in the family. She really loved her great grandchildren.
There have been times in the past two years when I have called her number, before I've realised what I'm doing, and quickly hung up. I can't decide if I hang up through embarrassment, in case someone else now has her number, or whether it is fear. Am I going to hear her voice at the other end?