Fuck a duck(not literally), he is still in my belly and I am one shattered, hormonal and fed up wee woman, and when I say wee, I mean it. I am 5″2 and I cant let this boy get any bigger or I will dissapear, I mean it! This bump is bloody huge and although it doesn’t necessarily mean a big baby because I could just have a lot of fluid, there is that possibility and it scares the bajeesus out of me. I required no stitches or cuttings anywhere and I vow to keep all my lady bits in tact.Word!
So here I am .. I have mustered up enough energy this morning to do a bit more nesting thanks to Dave Ghrol who really is the real father of my child and I have to say that I am impressed with how the house is coming a long. we had the bedroom painted this week, the color inspired by Pinterest which really freshens and opens the room up, plus giving us the incentive to carry on with other household projects such as purchasing a new hob, repairing and replacing a broken shower head and just decluttering. I have some shelves to put up and vinyl letters to purchase for the rooms as well as a few other accessories but I feel real good. Its been a joint project, and its been refreshing.. a spring clean a bit early but a new start for a new life coming in to the house.
We have also ordered a new corner couch, we did have one before but after we got the dog and I experienced Post natal Depression, hoovering that at 3am was not a wise choice so we replaced it with two leather ones and gave the couch to a family member who has now passed it to his neighbor and I hear its still going strong! I can’t wait to get this one, as it will fit better than the last and the plush pillows will be great to sink in to with new baby and Thunderpants.
Speaking of Thunderpants, she is now in our room on a wee bed, we felt it was for the best as mentioned in a previous post, the only thing is that it is on my side so getting up for the loo every god damn hour , poses an issue but it won’t be for much longer and after coping with hyperemesis for so long, a few weeks is hardly going to do me any harm. It has settled her sleeping and ours but as we approach the birth, she is beginning to get more and more anxious… She is insisting on us locking the door … Yes we were bad and very bloody lucky as we NEVER locked the door in over 6 years, even at night as the dog’s bark would have been enough to deter the hardest of criminals. We would go to work etc and leave it open if the dog was there and would only lock it if she wasn’t or if we were all away over night. I can come clean about this now because we now lock it after finding our house keys… Again, fucking bat shit crazy but we misplaced them for a few years… So yes, back to Thunderpants.. as soon as we get home, the door must be locked and she also insists on someone being with her in every room despite living in a wee 2 bedroom flat which is all on one level. Its frustrating but it must be a confusing time for her and we just need to support her through this phase as best we can.
So that’s really it… I’m excited, I’m tired,I’m hopeful and I’m still nuts. Off I go to listen to some foo fighters and get the rest of my shit together. Have a good one!
P.S if the woman at the school gates says to me one more time “are you still here”, or “ahh what a wee shame” etc, I may have to kick her in the ovaries! They will hardly jail a pregnant woman for assault, no?