Pregnancy hormones have acted as some kind of inhibiter in my brain. I am convinced I’m super woman. Yesterday I decided to get out the Christmas decorations so I could make sure we don’t need anything else and put them up today with all the kids (don’t complain, it’s the 1st of December tomorrow, its nearly Christmas, get over it). I could tell that asking my husband to go into the shed and get them would be like asking the Pope to dance round a cauldron. So I did it myself.
I got into the shed and moved all the boxes and paint tins and chairs and buggies. I got the 6ft tree and various bags of decorations and hauled them all out, of course they were right at the back. I then sorted out the shed, put things neatly away and created a bit more space.
After I’d got all the decorations in I got them all out onto the table and sorted them out. They are now all ready to be put up. I love Christmas, even though I don’t celebrate the birth of Jesus. We have a lovely family celebration on the 21st of December for the Winter Solstice. I love decorating the house, making and sending cards, wrapping presents, watching old Christmas movies. I don’t understand why anyone, especially anyone with children, would get grumpy about a time that brings so much joy!
So there will be absolutely no bah-humbug-ing round me thank you.
28th November 2008
I went to the 20 week scan of bump today. It was really special and I enjoyed it immensely. I went with my mum and the two terror tots as darling husband was working. Things for my mum are going really well at the moment. She seems to have come out the other side of crisis mode and is very positive and decisive. She’s decided what she is doing with life and where she wants to be and now has a plan of action and is implementing it. I have to say I am impressed and very proud of how she’s doing. And as a result of her positivity we’re getting on really well.
Anyway the scan; To start with I went with the sonographer on my own, which I’ve never done before, I lay there in the darkened room watching the little squiggle inside my uterus wiggle around. As she checked for abnormalities I saw its growing brain, chunky legs, strongly beating heart, fingers, toes, mouth and button nose. Even though the screen is in black and white, fuzzy and sometimes looks like something from a bad 1950’s sci-fi, I feel an incredible connection to this little ball of squish.
I also found out what the baby will be, a monster or a Madame. Husband and I made a bet, he’s convinced I’m having a girl, I’m convinced it’s a boy. We bet £50 from our account to spend on anything the winner wants with no comments from the looser. This meant £50 of over the top stupid gadgets for him, and £50 of shoes for me. We were both pretty anxious to be correct!
I was right of course, we’re having another boy! I don’t know why he’d make a bet against me, I am of course, as a woman and a mother, always correct about everything.
So here is the little boy squish...
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