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BESH BABYWIN STATS

This isn't a fucking list - right?

BESH BAYBEES
dontrythisathome, Bay Amaryllis born March 25.
Cheggers, twinz girlz, born April 12

UPDIFFED
FannyPriceless, her pelvis went menkul, due June 14
CUNextTuesday, takes no shit from the Daily Mail, due June 28
IggyPiggy, The one who loves BUMSEX, due July 20
CurlyCasper, hospital botherer due July 21 (girl)
Skihorse, cradle snatching web geek, due July 22 (boy)
Carrots, organic hippy hunter, due July 25 (boy)
Cosmosis, the one that likes a good ride, due August 22
backinthebox, she bought a racehorse, due September 6
skatergrrrl, the one that overtook the rest, September ??
VAG, lives in De Nile, due 19 September
Honeymoo, no it's not fucking indigestion, due November 2
silversky, the biggest farter, due 21 October (first baybee)
okiecokie, self-confessed control freak, due November 6
SomethingSuitablyWitty, benelux babe, due November
ReginaMonologue, must-get-the-goss-from-ski, due November 20

Hurrah for reggie! Glad you have not abandoned us

A for the greenfly cunty?

Death to the greenfly cas

I'm okay with most crawlers, but green/blackfly and similar aphids creep me out with their tickly bastard little legs.

I've just had fights with a large branch of dead holly and then a coffee table. Fresh wounds on both legs and I wasn't even doing anything strenuous. How can relaxation do so much damage?

90% of all accidents happen in the home cas and I refuse to believe that they can all be housework related, some MUST be relaxation related.

Seems I will be purchasing three books tomorrow then. Husband loves a bit of research and whenever I smnot sure about something Husband seems to be font of all knowledge preggo wise.

I think it's quite sweet.

Little person is really having a ball tonight. It's got to be the babe surely? Feels like bubbles being pushed around. Reading in the shop today the day to day book said mvements are mainly reflex based. Interesting......

Silver there was also a Kaz Cooke book that was quite good and light hearted, just to toss another into the mix.

okie I think you misunderstood me. I personally think that getting a baby to take a bottle is really useful, either for EBM or mixed feeding, depending on the parents' choice (oh how PC am I LOL). But seriously, I mean it - it really was essential for me as LC needed reflux medication at each feed from a bottle before I breastfed him. The point was, -I- personally don't know how best to introduce a bottle without causing confusion and therefore I was suggesting that ski obtains professional advice to do it rather than risking screwing up BF. I want to do the same again so that we've a chance to get out of an evening or something, and I plan to keep some EBM in the freezer for emergencies as while I was feeding LC I got severe food poisoning and my milk dried up for a day which was really scary. I didn't really think about it with LC, we just did it, and he was fine, but I would be concerned that we were just lucky.

I completely understand what you're saying about not feeling comfortable feeding in public. It took me quite a while to get used to it and last time I was still a C/D cup so could do it perfectly discretely. This time I've bought lots of nursing tops so feel I can still be covered up nicely but it's much harder when you're bigger. I'm very impressed that you bottle fed EBM in public - having expressed quite a bit myself it takes so much commitment. I must admit I did need to quickly get used to feeding in public though as LC was in the office with me. One day I was walking across the office, talking on a portable phone tucked under my shoulder, carrying a folder in one arm with LC feeding at the same time being held in the other and noone noticed! Shouting across the office to people, "I can't take that call, I'm just doing a nappy" was quite amusing, too.

fanny you were really lucky not to need help. LC was pretty easy to get to take the breast but it still took me a couple of weeks and a nasty bit of nipple thrush which he then ended up getting badly in his poor mouth before we got the hang of it. I'm really hoping that this time will be easier, although really after the first fortnight it really was a breeze and soooo much easier, I'm sure, than bottling would have been. Unfortunately I still had to sterilise and do all the bottle stuff because of the Gaviscon he needed, but as Gav doesn't grow bacteria like milk does I could at least make up a day's worth and carry them around with me and not worry about it.

reggie good to hear from you

cunty and cas seriously envious!! I was chucked out of the office early today as I seem to be starting with a chest infection, but as I'm NEVER ill I'm just ignoring it while I slowly suffocate from coughing. Just to make things better I bought a pack of Tena Lady on Monday - my first ever - coughing seemed to finally persuade me it was required - and I've nearly finished the packet - so feeling pretty miffed. Anyway, so I came home today and thought about sitting out in the wonderful sunshine but instead went to bed

Never mind, just 16 working days left for me.

Yay for Reggie being back with us.

Now - time for a bit of serious swearing. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking buyer offered just under half big horse's asking price. We took him out for second viewing tonight and he was not at his most sparkling best as it was a bit hot and he was being a bit lazy. But he cleared everything he was asked to up to about 3'9", including water jumps, banks, ditches and hedges. Potential buyer got all shy about getting on him in front of her friends, but they made her and she ambled off on him and he jumped everything sweetly, even though she was flapping about on his back like she was doing the Birdy Song. He was ambling round like a donkey, but her friends were worried that he was going to run off with her as he was so big. 'Big' does not necessarily equal 'running away.' They didn't believe my reasons for selling him (he is too big for me to hack with DD, too white for me to keep clean, too clever for me to leave standing around doing nothing in between my parental and working duties,) even though I was quite clearly standing in front of them 6 months pregant. As my friend said afterwards, I'm not exactly the first pregant woman to sell a horse! Then they described him as an average riding club all rounder who has not done a lot. Err, this horse has been regularly placed at big county shows, and since his showing days came to an end as I didn't have the time he has been fieldmastering for the local hunt, and placed every time out in open cross country competitions. Not exactly 'done nothing!'

So when she made her offer I smile sweetly and told her I could not consider that low an amount even as a starting point for haggling. She stuttered and said he was a bit too big to have a wide range of buyers, and I replied I only needed one person to buy him. So there we go. The big dirty lovely lump is still here. Eating me out of house and home! There's got to be someone out there who actually wants to buy him!

Where is the lush chap advertised?

Eww box that's really bloody stupid. On the positive side, if I may say so, it was clearly not a match and he wouldn't be as happy there as he will be with someone who can actually ride him.

Poor you...

silver V exciting! It's lovely when you feel them moving! Although I'm getting to the point where things sticking out of my belly is seriously alien-like, and when he keeps headbutting my cervix it HURTS!

Silver he is on Horsequest atm.

Rots funnily enough, he would not mind a novice owner who happens to have a knowledgable groom as backup. He is educated enough that he will perform nicely even if he is not asked correctly, and big enough that he doesn't seem to notice a wobbly rider (hell, he has to put up with me! No stomach muscles at all any more, and an inability to get off him in a way which takes less than 5 minutes of shuffling.) He actually seems to enjoy riders who don't interfere, although he will go the extra mile if someone who knows what they are doing gets on him.

Gah. It's not that I need the money, and it's not that I am unable to look after him. I'm just getting fed up with the whole process taking months, and with the amount of people who aren't really serious about buying him.

boxer If you change your mind and wish to sell him at half his advertised price do you mind awfully if I push the Lady out of the way and open up a Tesco carrier bag of used fivers?

Mental. I too have a lovely horse which is wonderful with beginners - in fact she had a 4 year old on her 17.2hh back on Sunday - yet will happily jump and gallop with me and knows her way around a dressage circuit and can handle 4 apaches flying directly overhead. People don't want to believe that a horse isn't actually an evil shithead.

fanny I'm glad your little one is on the mend now. Thank you for your reassurance wrt bf'ing - I was kind of hoping to be able to balance a baby AND laptop/book/remote!

reggie I'm so glad you're back and you will be fine on Friday and can start spending hubby's moolah in earnest! We've got jailbait's mum coming the middle of august but by then (if Julian isn't THREE weeks late) we should know which way up to hold him. My parents will likely come in September. I'll have enough to be coping with without worrying about being the hostess with the mostess. Any hot gossip from your cousin which you dare to spill?

curly/cunty I am soooo envious - I hope the both of you really are relaxing though and not secretly still tying up loose ends with work. curly Your Pizza Hut buffet binge sounds hilarious - and if you can't indulge guilt-free when pregnant when can you? A good book and 2 hours of troughing sounds ideal!

I can't believe you all eat pork. (Naturally bacon is excluded from this, c.f., the best bacon I have ever tasted - courtesy of reggie's local west wales butcher when she came to visit a few years back.)

Forgot to say which is why rich chicks get rich! They are bloody tight.

Depending on where your horse is in location to me, I could stick him on my RC classifieds and also I know a lady who has a network of equine peeps........ Let me know.

Have updated on my situ in t'other place.

Oh but Artie is such a little cutie.

Although (s)he seems to have the widest nose on the planet. I hope it?s a boy or it?ll be plastic surgeon time

TGO says it looks like a boy. I just think it looks squashed. But it has nice chubby cheeks and proper lips, not stupid thin ones like mine (I have been v hopeful of it inheriting its fathers beautiful mouth rather than my skinny one), and it has cute ickle feet and hands. Was being a bit shy though and had its hand over its face for a lot of the time.

Scan would suggest it?s currently 2lb8, and on course for being somewhere between 7lb10 and 8lb at birth.

I'll upload pics at tother place once we have been to my dads this weekend, want him to see his grandchild before random fbookers (not you, other randoms).

Cossie All 4D pics show massie wide noses. That 4D pic we had 3 weeks ago shows a lovely, normal nose. The one we had done on Monday looks awful. Julian has inherited dad's lips and not his mother's cruel thin lips!

boxy Grrr! at stupid buyer. As you say, at least you are not in a 'must sell' situation, but still, selling horses is one of the most frustrating past times known to (wo)man.

Both of my friends who were due before me have now had their babies! One boy, one girl, neither stole used our names. The baby born to my GD friend at 36 weeks is already sleeping 5 hours a night!

ski We might eat pork but we are (currently) a foreskin free house! (I am actually a tiny bit scared at the prospect of having that extra piece of skin in the house.)

If I ever "need" to sell my horse - I give up advertising - it's just pointless. I'll give it to my mum/family friend - or have it shot, turned in to sausages/BBQ fodder and a nice rug.

fanny Jailbait won't let me get the boy circumcised. I would rather we were a family sans...

Oooh - pork! Is it wrong of me to butt in and say my pig was butchered yesterday? Lots of bacon and pork joints coming my way very soon.

Poor piggy!

Right, wedding part deux.

After the ceremony and photos n stuff there was the evening party thing which was far more Russian than English although it was apparently toned down for us. There was a Russian master of ceremonies and an English translator. To start with the mums had to welcome the newlyweds with champagne and a huge bread thing made into intricate designs. They drank the champagne and threw the glasses over their heads - the more pieces, the happier their lives - but LC, being OCD about such things, got really worried that if it wasn't quickly cleaned up it would cut someone.

The party then started in earnest. Each table had a bottle of vodka, a bottle of brandy, two bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne - each refreshed when they were empty - and each table having about 6-8 people on them. Each setting had a shot glass and every now and again someone would shout something which sounded like "rorska" or "royska" (anyone here speak Russian?) which was the cue for everyone to fill up their shot glasses while shouting "RORSKA", down the lot and while this was happening the happy couple had to snog until the shouting stopped. I kept thinking, "OI! That's my BROTHER you're doing that to!". My parents were pretty shocked, too, but after a few drinkies my Dad, who is usually very British and stiff upper lip, was shouting with the rest of them!!

Every family member was expected to make a speech - and none of the English lot were warned so that was embarassing, but funny. There were silly party games and music all night, rather than a formal meal. Food just kept coming and being taken away rather than a set format. It was so completely different to an English wedding party, and in a way a drunken mess, but not in an English yobbish way. It was just an enormous celebration, packed full of goodwill and good wishes, and love and support for the couple. Wonderful.

LC loved it and was the life of the party, grabbing people to dance with him and pinching people's cake and so on. He was the only child there and as you often find out of the UK, everyone loved having a child around - the Russians were fighting over him and of course he relished being the centre of attention. IN the end we left at 11pm and he was just dropping off between songs!

Next day my brother had organised a boat trip around Novy Svet, to see the amazing views from the sea. It took us (the whole wedding party) to the next town and dropped us off there, with the intention of walking to a restaurant he'd booked for lunch. Unfortunately he misjudged it and instead of the 10-20 minute walk he expected we were still going 45 minutes later in the blazing heat, and I wasn't the only one struggling. In the end i have to confess that I sat down and burst into tears, proclaiming that I could go no further, I was starving (it was 2.30 at this point and I'd not eaten since I was woken up at 7 by the baby kicking), exhausted after the day's previous events, too hot and just utterly knackered. Bro and rest of party were totally understanding and he and SIL took me, YOB, LC and my parents to a cafe and got us food, and sat with us for 20 mins while the rest of the group went onto the restaurant he'd booked. They then put us into taxis and we went back to Simferopol where were headed to the airport and home, via a night stopover in Kiev which was uneventful and pleasant.

In all, an incredible trip which I'm just starting to recover from!

ooh yummy box.

Out of interest ski - and this is absolutely out of interest, no side to it - why would you want to scythe a bit of your son off? (I'd just point out that I have no issue either way, no skin off my cock, etc. ). Is just that it strikes me you might not be the most orthodox followers of the faith and I wonder why this particular ritual is important to you?