Hello again all. Just back from a lovely morning wandering round the garden centre. Had lunch there too and tried to convince DH to let me buy some mice. He was having none of it.
Welcome to the April 07 interlopers. You're both very welcome and not just because you're the only people on the planet with bigger bumps than me . In the nicest possible way I hope you're not with us for long!
My friend had a missed mc, babies (twins) didn't make it past 8 weeks ish. She's waiting for it all to happen naturally and is extremely pragmatic but I know she's putting on a front for now. I did worry about whether she'd want to see me- when I miscarried I hadn't told anybody I was pregnant and couldn't bear to see pg friends for a while. I've told her to tell me what she wants, discuss what she wants and if she doesn't want to talk about my impending labour I'll steer well clear. She's a great friend, saw all of her babies being born (my godchildren) and am so unbelievably sad that she's going through this.
MrsJB- glad you weren't too heavily involved in the erection process (that one's for LG&T). It's always wise to appoint yourself as project manager in these situations. Now are you sitting and relaxing?
TYG- no sweeties? No sweeties? Yes, I know I said it twice, but I'm dumbfounded. He's given up some hop based drink for a few weeks. You've already given up enough, your waistline, your time, energy, continence (), view of your feet, sleep, appetite. Oh I could go on for hours. I know I'm married to a teetotaller so have a slightly different perspective but dearie me, it's alcohol versus being there for your wife as she births your child. I'm ranting I know but we're talking about sweets here.
Scoot- I have the parcel. In fact I opened it about an hour ago in the garden centre and have only just stop snivelling about the kindness of Scoots! Thank you so much, beautiful little clothes- and I hear you on the front fastening, I hate dressing newborns because I'm constantly afraid of pulling their heads off. I am so grateful, will take some pics of Mathilda in the clothes and put them on here. I'll draw the line at photographing myself with the nipple shields. It's not that kind of site and you've done nothing to deserve such a terrible and horrific sight. Your village sounds so lovely- how sad that you are moving. DH grew up in a village that sounds very similar. Lots of fetes and street parties and a lovely community spirit. I'd love to live somewhere like that. In fact I want to live on an island off Scotland with only 30 other inhabitants, a pig, a goat and some chickens. We saw Pathfinder at the cinema btw, some yawnworthy flick about a boy who grew up into a bloke who wore animal furs and had a sword, got muddy and defended his land and some bird's honour and some people got slaughtered and the vikings were bad and the native Americans good. There was a dog in it. It snowed. Somebody's head got set on fire (can you tell I was preoccupied with trying to get comfortable, snaffling popcorn and sleeping through significant parts of it?).
LWatkins- chin up chick. Your numpty flatmates can't even buy their own milk. You on the other hand are getting great marks, providing for yourself (and them) and building a little life in your uterus. You're so much cleverer than them. Hang on in there, not long now. Fed up with itchy stretchmarked belly too. Can't wait to get my body back.
My wrap sling arrived today- an Ellaroo La Rae that I bought for very little on Ebay. It's beautiful and very bright! Going to practice tying my teddy in it this afternoon. Bought DH a royal blue large one and he's already memorised all the ways of tying it. He's definitely excited! Must get to the postbox before 3pm so going to waddle up the road...