My mum headed home today. She visited this weekend so she could join us at our 20-week anatomy scan; a chance to see our little one on the big screen (just like his papa). The good news is all looks good and our little boy (yes boy) seems to be developing nicely.
Anyway, despite a wonderful weekend I'm feeling blue. It never fails. No matter how old I get, or how many years go by, my heart breaks a little with every goodbye.