We had another midwife appointment today, which is best characterised by the word "normal".
Baby's position? Normal.
Baby size? Normal.
Foetal heartrate? Normal.
I have now been kicked in the kidneys by the sprogling (Liz cuddled up behind me). Apparently punching him back is Inappropriate Parenting Behaviour, but I think self-interest on Liz's behalf had more to do with it given I'd have to punch through her stomach.
56 days to go....