Hi guys,

Sorry I haven't written lately. I'm just so exhausted lately, both physically and mentally, and dealing with both a sudden period of very strong flashbacks to our ER experience at Beiron's birth and the fact that I haven't felt any kicks since I got out of bed yesterday. It's made me very quiet.

I'm here every day (several time a day of course) reading everything, anxiously and happily reading about scans and good news and thinking of you on your hard days and EDDs and angelversaries and AFs.

I'm going to go find some sort of sugar bomb to eat and have a lie-down; if I don't manage to get any movement from that (or from "poking around and seeing if the baby pokes back," to quote my midwife), I've been instructed to ring in to the birthing ward at the hospital and ask them to check me out. It's hard to know how paranoid to be -- calling the birthing ward seems like a daunting and drastic step, and I don't want them to be like "why are you wasting our time?"