23 weeks 1 day

If I had a blog, no doubt I would have recorded thrilling events like coming back from our big trip to Europe to find the living-room ceiling had fallen in and there was mould growing up the walls, or the 20-week ultrasound in which the doctor said I had a beautiful baby and I said “I bet you say that to all the girls” but he didn’t hear me (and we didn’t find out the sex), or all about how Monkey is talking more and more every day and revealing amazing powers of intellect and a penchant for pirates. (Yesterday we were in K-Mart trawling the toy aisles, just to pass the time. He asked me what a particular Pirates of the Carribean toy was, and I said “It’s a skull.” “Arr,” he agreed.)

But obviously I don’t have a blog, so I can’t tell you any of that.