Well, we have known for a good few months now, but didn't want to make an announcement until we were well assured things were going smoothly. Keith and I are to be grandparents (first time!) in March. Tam and Jon have given weight to that old adage, "new house, new baby" (just as I did with her sister when we moved to Wales). A scan has revealed a little girl. I am hoping they will go with the family name which is on their list but Tam is very selfless and may let Jon choose. One of the names on the list is Cornish, which is apt given I have just discovered MY Cornish roots through the Adams family.
Poor Tam had terrible sickness and nausea just from the sight or smell of certain foodstuffs for months and Jon had to take over the supermarket shopping. She took to carrying round a "sickbag" at work, as she never knew when she would suddenly become nauseous. Unpleasant to say the least, but it slowly wore off (at around 6 months).
So now you know why I want to get to the quilt shop. Unfortunately that's not going to happen anytime soon, and I have had to resort to choosing some fabric (for a crawler quilt) online. The excitement of finally having our first grandchild on the way has been more than tempered by Keith's progressing illness and the worry and tiredness of caring for him. I just hope that the birth goes smoothly - the hospital seems to have paid attention to bad statistics in recent years and from what Tam has told me, they offer some positive ways of giving birth, from water births, hypnotherapy, positive emotional support etc which will hopefully make giving birth not too worrying a time. She's been told "no way are you going to be made to give birth lieing flat on your back". That having been my experience in the past, it can certainly be improved on!
We have survived last night's storm (Isha) but it was pretty wet and windy out there from teatime onwards and lots of sprigs off our biggest pine tree now decorate the yard.
I have to get Keith an early lunch, then settle him in front of the tv whilst I do an urgent dash to Carmarthen to load the car with some of Danny's belongings. Danny couldn't pick his car up at the weekend due to the door handle repair not having been carried out yet . . .
