Oh, what a night...

By Emma Deadman on Dec 16, 11 08:50 PM

Well, it's been an eventful couple of hours.

Normally, Sprout moves pretty much all day, every day, but gets especially active from late afternoons onwards.

The best way to describe the movements is like a mole trying to burrow its way out of my belly. Truly freaky.

Well, today it didn't move, at all. And by teatime I'd worked myself into a bit of a panic and insisted Mr D take me to the maternity unit to get checked out.

Fortunately, the lovely nurse Karen found the heartbeat straight away and strapped me on to a monitor, where the little monkey did its best to prove me a liar and spent the next half an hour wiggling away quite happily.

Now I'm home, calm and installed back on the sofa. Phew.