for Will (set to early September)

Helen had just about reached the point of pregnancy where things were less novel and more uncomfortable and this evening's discomfort took place in the form of a lovely round of indigestion coupled with Gregory squirming around. In hindsight, it had possibly been a bad idea to go back for thirds on dessert and yet she found she couldn't help herself; pregnancy had been a free rein to eat things she normally never would, which included sweets.

She was a little restless in bed, trying to get him to settle, and she shifted from her back to her side. Sleeping on her side had proven to be much easier these days than anything else and at least it afforded her the luxury of having Will curl up behind her.

"Baby won't settle," she whispered into the dark by way of explanation. "I think I ate entirely too much earlier and now I'm suffering for it."