Skip to main content

A family of four.

As you all know by now, we're up the duff again. I won't go into my typical rantings about how the pill is a joke... *grin* Anyway, we were obviously meant to have two children, thus it shall be so. Of course, Himself is having a little nip and tuck after the second one deigns to exit my ovarian Bastille. "No More Unexpected Babies" is our philosophy for life from this point forward.

I'm equally as sick as I was with Madam, if not a little more. I won't go into major detail here either, Sister Three has a tricky tummy and I wouldn't want to make her join me in empathetic pukeage, but let's just say it doesn't take much to set me off. Add to this the fact that Madam is teething again (think majorly rotten nappies) and I'm holding my breath a lot. A lot. I'm experimenting with various food combinations, the main issue there is that something will work once or twice, and then the next time I go to eat it, no dice. *lol* For three days I ate nothing but cous cous with hummus and falafel, and now the thought of hummus... *shudder* Oh well. This too shall pass. Right? RIGHT???

My waistline has rapidly expanded. Like, rapidly. I'm back in preggo jeans, which is great for me (I'd forgotten how comfortable they were) and bad for everybody that has to look at me (they fall down REALLY easily, and I'm sure most of Uxbridge has gotten a glimpse of my rear end by now). I'm also having trouble stopping Herself from planting a forceful foot in my midsection... she doesn't understand why I've ceased allowing her to use me as a live-in jungle gym. *lol* Himself is filling in admirably.

While we're on the subject of Himself, I know you're sick of hearing it, but I'm going to say it again. My husband kicks your husband's butt. He comes in from work, having braved the over an hour long journey from Soho after a full day's work with a VERY early start, and jumps straight in with Madam. He takes her upstairs with him to change into sweats, he feeds her dinner, he plays with her, he does her nighttime bottle and changes her into a clean nappy and brings her to bed. Mind you, about the time he's playing with her, he's sent me upstairs to go to sleep. After he's brought her to bed, he goes back downstairs, tidies up the living room and kitchen, does the dishes, moves clothes to the dryer or folds what's dry, sorts the rubbish and recycling, then comes to bed only to start all over again the next day... are you catching what I'm throwing? Yup. I'm lucky. Think lottery lucky. *smug*

Anyway, we need to get moving. Swimming with friends today, and I need to have a go at the house given that I've been Bad Wife lately and let Himself do all the work. Hope you're all having a great Valentine's Day, use it as an excuse to eat chocolates. At least, that's what I do. *grin*

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Lazy weekend.

Bliss. Sun, moglets, sun, loads of good food, sun, and Himself. Good combo, let me tell you. We let the moggies out sans leads for the first time on Thursday (sporting their new collars and tags, and freshly dosed with flea drops), just for about an hour to see how they handled it. Both of them tore headlong into the flowerbeds in search of new smells and the occasional bug to eat. On Friday I left the back doors of the conservatory flung open to let the seriously amazing weather in and the felines out. This turned into me sitting in the conservatory for longer than I'd care to admit, book discarded to one side because watching them chase bees, butterflies and each other was more amusing. Saturday morning dawned clear and sunny, so I hied myself down to the conservatory (as I woke up around half six and thought Himself might rather sleep a LITTLE longer...) for a bowl of muesli, a cup of peppermint tea, some reading and yet more book neglecting as I watched the lunatics conti...
6 comments
Read more

The real deal.

So, I thought I'd been having cravings for the last couple of weeks because I've been eating loads of tuna and pasta, seemed like that was all I wanted to eat. Tuna sandwiches with a cup of tomato soup to dip them in, and egg noodle pasta for some reason. That is, until Monday night. Monday night, Himself called me on his way home from work as usual and asked if we needed anything (again, as usual). I said no, that I'd already been to the store but I wasn't really hungry anyway, and that I'd see him when he got home. I settled in with the cats on the couch and started flicking channels, getting the girlie TV out of the way so that Himself wouldn't have to suffer through it when he got home... Half an hour later, it struck. All of a sudden, out of the blue, I was starving. It wasn't the usual "go rifle through the kitchen until I happen upon something that looks edible" hunger. It was specific, overpowering, CRAVING hunger. What did I want, ...
4 comments
Read more

Updates all around.

So, we've had our UK baby shower. Saturday just gone we had a houseful of people, same setup as our normal Thanksgiving arrangements, just different food. Rather than mash and mac'n'cheese, I did finger foods and pink desserts. If you need a seriously decadent and delicious lemon bar recipe, let me know, I found one on Pinterest a few weeks ago for Strawberry Lemonade Bars that I used for the party, and they are truly droolworthy. We were gifted a truly random assortment of bits. Some people used the list we registered for, some people went with gifts that meant something to them personally (like a replica of a childhood bunny from one particular friend), and some went with "pamper the mother-to-be" options. Then, of course, there was Darth Bunny. That's right, Darth Bunny. See below. It was a good day. Himself's best mate from childhood came up from Essex with his new wife to stay the weekend, there was at least one representative from every offic...
1 comment
Read more