Just checking in - work and related travel has been all consuming but I had a gestational diabetes test on Friday - two hours of enforced sitting in one place so I could catch up on the thread!!
a hug for peril and I'm glad the solicitor gave such clear advice
a mug of joe and some choc covered coffee beans for octo and some paracetamol for figgy's headache
a wave and hope for a nap to aethel
a pompom or two for faffin
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for queen because it sounds like Darcie is doing great heath and emotional-wise - I like red velvet cupcakes but my local cupcake shop also does cupcakes with a dollop of mincemeat in the middle and brandy butter icing around christmas time which are delish
a cheer for cheung doing so well at driving - women make the best drivers, just ask the insurers
a wave for seven and hope your finger's better
I'm here for another piece of worry/advice. When DH got a banjo this weekend (to join his mandolin, banjolele, ukelele, saxophone, clarinet and piano, all of which he can and regularly does play to a professional standard the bastard ) we also got DS a baby-size knee harp.
Anyway DH and I tuned it to pentatonic for him and were sitting together playing it with DS and it was like this perfect wonderful cliche family moment, I suddenly got this massive gust of angst. WHAT ARE WE DOING?? WHY are we having another baby so soon when DS is just the most WONDERFUL PFB and how could we possibly wish to introduce a new kid to compete for attention so we spend LESS time with him and are we about to RUIN HIS LIFE??
Please tell me that the heat has just gone to my head or it's pregnancy hormones or PFBitis... I know I will love both children but does anyone very very secretly sometimes wish they'd stuck at one? (Never ever to be admitted to children, family or friends of course!)