Posted too soon (again), the morning sickness has been rumbling on, bad as before, but in the early hours of Sunday morning I started throwing up for real, followed by diorhea. I was still curled over the loo when I heard Fidget stir, I left her in her cot for a while then went to get her milk, a fig roll and an apple for her breakfast. I established a camp in the back bedroom, (the least dangerous room) and with the gate closed and all the other doors off the landing shut, Fidget was free to roam while I lay in bed.

She made quite a mess of the room, turfing everything out, but she found some interesting stuff. And so she was pretty content most of the day, jumping on the bed for a cuddle or to bash me on the head (one blow did bring me to tears, she pointed at them and declared "bubble!").

I haven't eaten anything, the few nibbles of a cracker and sip of lucozade I did manage, came back up when I was on the phone to M who had just arrived at his hotel in china.

M isn't back until Saturday morning, at this point in time things look pretty bleak. I hope i can eat something tomorrow and get some strength back.