Ah, thank heaven, the Outlaws have gone out this afternoon to the V&A (this is the point I feel incredibly fortunate to live in London ('tis not alwasy my overriding feeling about London dwelling, I'll admit) and there is much entertainment to be had virtually on our doorstep.
Yesterday VERY trying as took them down to Wimbledon to visit the new house - very excited to see how things are coming along (they're tiling already, yay!) and I can almost see it becoming a house again... But because there's not enough room for pg me with dodgy hips in the back with another persn and DDs carseat and DFIL has a dodgy back so has to sit in front I had to drive both ways, and they're not dealing so well with the wet/cold weather, and they all ARGUE constantly (DH becomes as bad as they are when on their company) and especially in the car... Anyway, I'm glad it's done and I have some time to myself to clear up the fallout of having messy expansive guests in a small flat.
Although DSIL and girlfriend came over for breakfast, (that's full English for six and a half... phew) and I woke up with a stinking cold so part of me would like to join DD on our bed for a nap... But the house truly look slike a bomb-site and I have the outlaws laundry to sort/iron... so KBO and all that.
I don't honestly think they realise how demanding they are, or all the things which have to be/are done... and they're just the kind of people that need a lot of looking after - not least the 6 or 7 rounds of 'proper' coffee with hot milk that must be prepared daily... I guess if you're used to it just being invisibly prepared, served, and cleared away, you just don't give it much thought.
Oh, and to top it all, DFIL's newest idea as to the cause of DDs cough? House dust. He suggests if maybe we got a cleaner it would help... I'm just letting it go over my head, over my head, really I am... .
And breathe... Sorry for the rant, just bottle it all up, and really have nowhere to vent other than here, so you lot get it all. sorry 'bout that.
GTT results I imagine I'll get on tuesday when I see the consultant to talk about decisions regarding this birth after last time... I'm not so worried, I really don't think I have GD. Don't know why, I just don't...
Oh and we saw definite girl bits again on the scan on Christmas eve... so no worries about gender this end (I think DH may have secretly been hoping that she would have magically grown a penis since the last scan...)
Size wise, I think we'll always worry, too big, too small... I'm feeling optimistic this time that I may go into labour closer to my due date and that in that case DD2 may only be 8lbs 8oz... .
I too succumbed to pate on Christmas day, and half a glass of bubbly and a glass of mulled wine on boxing day. Naughty, naughty db .
No hiccups here (DD1 hiccupped constantly in utero, it did become quite irrititating! More so when she continued to hiccup constantly for the first six months of her life also) but DD2 is very active and has quite a punch/kick... more so that DD1. But I wonder if it has anything to do with my cravings for spicy food this pg...
If anyone tracks down this famous plastic/wooden fruit that can be 'cut' do post a link, would you? DD always wants to 'help' in the kitchen when it is least convenient, ans I think she'd love this...
Her best present, though was a mini keyboard and microphone (ELC again). She sits and bops along to the different drum beats, banging keys and singing 'Old Macdonald' etc. to a rhumba beat... [cute].
Anyway, breakfast washing up beckons. Oh joy, joy, joy. Maybe that box of After Eights will help...
2 more days... 2 more days...
db
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