At the four month mark, baby is still taking its sweet time to be seen. A weeny bump only recognisable by those close to Courtney.

Four months falls on the same day as my father-in-law's seventieth birthday. I drop the family off for lunch and excuse myself for an hour or so to snap my sister in the shiny winter weather. A stark contrast to the soggy conditions experienced one month prior. And a welcome relief indeed. It was the kind of day when you could feel your bones thawing in the sunshine. Filling you up like a hot water bottle. Just standing and looking to the sky to feel the rays on your face. Happy that the sun is forcing us to close our eyes to its bright, bright light for the first time, in a long time.

How good is that sun? she says.