Am alive, I promise. Just unbelievably busy at work, travelling and suffering from a really awful cold which laid me low all weekend. You wouldn't think a cold could make you feel this bad. The passenger, however, seems perfectly happy and bounced around all through my coughing fits. I can feel movement most of the day now, but still sporadically - sometimes once an hour, sometimes she has a real party in there for a few minutes. During one of these, on Monday night when we were both ill and feeling very sorry for ourselves, I managed to get H's hand in the right place and he felt her move. To say he was chuffed would be an understatement.
More probably not til the weekend when I'll be alone in a hotel room since I've got meetings in US City on Friday and again on Monday so it's not worth coming home. Sure I can find something to occupy myself.