I did it to myself...

The last few weeks as I've grown increasingly huge, I have been saying to Molly 'watch out, here comes the big, fat, pregnant lady' she always laughs and scoots out the way (for fear of being squished!).

Today, while visiting friends, I walked into the room where the kids were playing and Molly shouts 'watch out everyone, here comes the big fat lady!'... she wasn't the only one that squealed with laughter today... as I said, I did it to myself...

Hormonal? Me?

OK, well maybe a wee bit. Just be warned, the slightest thing will set me off, and I can't guarantee which way I will go.

Example; visiting friends for morning tea and I can't even remember what we were talking about but the last thing said was 'kids eh...' and all of a sudden (I am under no delusions that it was me who started the giggling) there were four grown women, crossed legged - we've all had kids! - and crying with laughter... so much so the kids started to look a little concerned. Poor wee things, are we supposed to be good examples of polite society I wonder?

The next day, yesterday, I spent mostly in tears, or blooming angry and about to be in tears, or sleeping - the best option, for all concerned, I think hubby and Molly were probably glad of the respite. It's been a long time since I had such a bad day and it was a bit of a shocker.

I'm feeling better today, for now... stand back!

I'm sure this will pass, like everything else, it is a phase or something. But I do feel a little bit like I am the textbook of all things that could afflict you during pregnancy at the moment. I know I'm not really and that all things considered I am doing really well, it's just the hormones talking so I'll shut up for a bit.

Many a true word...

So, I said to Miss Molly 'how did you get so cute eh?' to which she replied 'because I'm spoiled, ha ha haaa!'. I don't know how she put the two together, or where the logic came from but it seemed to make perfect sense to her and who am I to argue?

Miaow!

Our first attempt at face painting wasn't too disastrous...

She honestly looked much cuter in person (I know, the photo is a little spooky looking and not really helped along by a bad case of scary red-eye!). And she really enjoyed being a cat for the entire day - even though by the time we left the house she had smeared her whiskers and rubbed her nose off already!

I couldn't believe that she sat for almost 10 whole minutes without moving, well, 'not moving' might be an understatement... it's a relative thing for Molly. Even when we play statues she can't really keep still. 'Freeze' to her is more like 'oh, OK, bare minimum wriggling, if you must'.

But anyway, we did it and now it is one of her favourite things to do. I am not going to post the pictures of Mummy after having been face painted by Molly - I was a red elephant - yes, something about my ever increasing girth must have given her the idea...

And depending on how many nice things daddy brings me to eat this week I will decide whether his photo get published - not that I'm holding him to ransom or anything, ha ha!

Here we go again!

Say Hello to the newest member of the Morgan clan! Due date is 17th February 2009.

This is our 12 week scan, isn't it amazingly clear - Daddy says he thinks 'he' looks like him already... what do you think?

So, I'm actually 16 weeks now (and I know that most of you all knew the news anyhow) but for some reason I've been delaying our big 'public announcement'. This is Molly's World after all! But since baby was giving me a good kicking all night last night and my plan was to have a wee lie down on the couch and relax this morning while Molly is at PreSchool, but she/he is off again, so, I thought maybe I should just do this instead.

We are over the moon! This time we've decided to find out what sex baby is, and since you all know that I'm absolutely no good at keeping secrets (and the chances of Molly playing along are fairly minimal too), all will be revealed as soon as we know.

Molly is being amazing. She talks to the bump and washes it for me in the bath 'so baby stays nice and clean'. Worryingly she has started to rub her belly in the same way as I do too!

She came with us for the scan and was kind of disinterested to start with and more concerned with me (cuddling me and a bit confused as to why I was lying down 'are you OK Mummy', lots of kisses, etc. very sweet), then she looked up and at that instant the screen was showing a perfect little pair of feet. From then on she was hooked.

So far Molly thinks baby is a girl, but possibly just because there have been a lot of baby girls born to my girlfriends here recently. We asked her what she thought we could call the baby and she said 'Oh, I think Baby will be fine', so there you have it and luckily it works for a baby boy or girl, great! Sorted!

I have no idea, no strong feelings either way. And since I was convinced Molly was a boy until the minute she came out, I don't think my instincts should be taken into account for a second do you?

All I know is that this pregnancy could not be more different to Molly's at all. I have been more sick then I've ever felt before, 24/7 (morning sickness, my arse!), and tired and emotional and most of all HUGE! I am about the size I was with Molly at 6 months right now, and growing rapidly, jeez! But at least it is just the bump at the moment, I can still wear my jeans (although not done up of course!) and if anything I think I've lost weight on my bum, it's just shifting northwards to join the party!!

OK, don't want to speak to soon, but I feel kind of settled, might go for a little sofa-time. More soon.

I've decided that I'll maybe just re-title this blog when baby comes. I thought about trying to run two concurrently but since you've all witnessed my complete inability to keep even one up to date that might just be a bit much.... I'm trying not to think too much about the logistics of two children at the moment, tends to make me a bit panicky and waaaaaaaaah! OK, off for a lie down now.