All the best plans....

Having a holiday away together for our anniversary before this baby arrives seemed like a good idea. Nowhere too far away, just for 4 days and 3 nights in Yorkshire, a day in York, a day in beautiful Whitby. Sounded like a good idea. Unfortunately didn't work out like that.

Drove up to York on Wednesday, had a wander around the minster which is beautiful Then we had a nosey round an antique shop and I bought myself two pearl necklaces, I've wanted some pearls for a while and they were so cheap compared to new ones I ended up buying two lots


Arrived at bed and breakfast in the evening which seemed really nice, had a decidedly average meal out at a nearby pub then headed to bed. Which is when things went a little off plan. Woke up at 5.15am thursday morning bleeding so ended up heading off to York hospital. Which is where I stayed until just after tea on saturday evening. So much for Steam trains and Whitby abbey!

However on the bright side all is well with both me and this little one which is the most important thing. We are home now which is good, and although we never really got our holiday at least I got plenty of time to rest, read and spend with Hubby. He bought me a bracelet while I was in the hospital which was lovely of him. Being in hospital also gave me a bit more of an insight into my volunteer work, especially how frustrating it can be when you feel well in yourself but are in hospital, I was only there 3 days but I know many people are there for months in other wards and I think it has been good to give me a tiny taste of what that feels like. While we are being positive though the best bit of being in hospital was getting to see my little man again on a scan. I say little, but at 31+1 his weight was estimated from the scan and his measurements to be 2kg, or about 4lb 6oz. I know these things can be very inaccurate, but I don't think this one will be a little one at that weight with 9 weeks to go!