Oh I'm so rubbish... I've been neglecting you all, and missing out on all the gossip. I hereby promise to be marginally less rubbish in future unless DH is away and I am in the pantry 
Plonky before I forget, yes, bump was low and heavy and every time a bit more muscle tore it was accompanied by some rather special stabbing pains. At 39 weeks I actually thought I was in labour. I wasn't. It was disappointing. On the plus side if you are slowly ripping in two, pilates does a fairly good job of putting you back together again. Not quite good enough unfortunately, but I think it would be fair to say I no longer look 5 months pregnant. Just three.
It's been a busy few weeks as DH has been at home more so we've out and about more, and when at home have been had visitors. Which is knackering. In fact today I put my foot down and stated I wasn't going anywhere, and I was especially not going anyhere for lunch. Lunch yesterday was at a local National Trust place and was terrible in a way even school dinners can't manage. Even worselet downed spoons after 2 mouthfuls, and worselet has been known to valiantly battle her way through even the most disappointing of offerings for fear of starvation. Tomorrow I believe his schedule includes Pizza Express . Would it be wrong of me to encourage him to go to work on Friday 
As Stormy correctly identified Babax has reached the heady heights of 6 months. How did that happen? Where did my tiny, squishy,hairy little new born go? He's certainly not tiny. Or squishy. Although he is still fairly hairy and turning into a red head. I'm also not entirely convinced he can be mine. He is so easy. Tonight to put him to bed I carried him upstairs and set him in his cot. He went to sleep. I did not pace for 3 hours while humming lullabys, or rock him on my shoulder. I just set him in the cot. This is a concept I find hard to understand. Furthermore, earlier in the evening DH fed him some solids. He ate them. He didn't turn his head away and scream at the injustice of being offered food. He just ate it. I find this baffling. 

Worselet on the other hand is still being her adorable contrary worseletty little self and long may that last. She's hilarious and has learnt how to take the piss. She has also learnt how to count above 20 without hesitation or repetition.... but would it be wrong of me to confess I find the piss taking more impressive. She's also started to feed Babax his milk and his purees, and gets most upset when adults intervene. Kind of cute, if messy.
Well, it's almost late, and given both the small members of the household are asleep before 10pm unheard of I'm of to bed!
Night all