Well, it was at 8am this morning anyway. Let's hope that's a promising sign for the future.
Went to my scan today. There was one awful moment when the sonographer put the probe on my belly that I thought everything had gone wrong, as the baby was lying completely still and flat on its face. Fortunately, I then spotted the heartbeat and breathed a sigh of relief. It was obviously just having a lie-in. May this be the shape of things to come.
Eventually Little One started to roll over and get a bit more active, sticking its tiny little hands in its mouth. Not before I had fired a few pertinent questions at the sonographer though, in order to show off the wealth of knowledge I had gleaned from The Interwebs during my frantic searching last night. Things like, "DOES IT HAVE A NASAL BONE?" and "SO IS THAT THE NORMAL THICKNESS FOR THE NUCHAL THINGY THEN?"
One has to keep oneself informed.
Anyway, Foetus does have a nasal bone (yay!) and the thickness of the nuchal thingy was "at the lower end of the scale" (which is good, apparently), so the baby probably doesn't have Down's syndrome. Great relief all round. However, as my mother says (rather threateningly, over the phone) "Don't go telling everyone yet though. You're not going to tell anyone are you? Give it a few more weeks."
By a few more weeks she means long enough for her to have worked out a story to tell the relatives which doesn't involve admitting that her daughter is such a loser in the world of love, romance and marriage that she had to go and get knocked up artificially in a laboratory with the spawn of an American she had never met.
Anyway, the main thing is, Baby is alive and looks well. As well as one can when one is a two dimensional fuzzy grey alien thingy that fits into the palm of your hand. Hooray!