After that dream the other night, I just can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen.
I wonder how I'd cope, how Andrew would cope, how on earth we'd explain it to Jensen and how he'd cope.
I am forever trying to make this baby move. Just as a reassurance. By the evening, it's moved a few times, but then apparently it's party time! Relief sets in and I can sleep assured (but not comfortably!)
The feelings set in again in the morning.
6 weeks to go until this feeling hopefully disappears.