With only eight weeks to go, we are now faced with the Double Whammy: she won't drink and she can't drive.
Up to now, pregnancy had sorted out the Shall I Drive? question. Early on, PP chose not to drink alcohol. Hey Presto! We drive out for supper, she drives back because she is sober.
Now, with Tobbles occupying a good half of the driving seat, she cannot drive anyway. Bugger. We're both sober.
Pregnancy is dang hard.
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