I’ve been meaning to write a post for a while – I think it’s been two weeks since my last one which is uncommon for me. You all know how I like my routine! But the truth is, I now nap when I used to blog. So when I find myself hungry and unable to sleep at 4am it also makes sense to jump on here and just hope I can string coherent sentences together. FYI Oscar is currently staring at me for not feeding him IMMEDIATELY upon waking.

Side note: the crafty kitty is now scratching and howling in a bid to wake up Hubby for food.

Anyway, I have a lot of things I want to talk about (obviously!) but I guess I’ll give you all an update before starting on other topics in later posts.

Everything is going well – textbook well – which is amazing. I’ve not been feeling very anxious really because I get aches, stretches, hunger like I’ve never experienced and am now getting tiny flutters.

This first movement occurred the day of my eleven week scan. That night we had a heavy storm that woke me around 1am (so technically the day after my scan!). I went to the loo for the second time that night because I’d had a sip of water after 7pm and when I got back in bed the babies were going mad. It was undeniable movement and I loved it.

I’ve made no secret of the fact I find bonding with babies in the womb difficult. A means of protecting oneself naturally takes precedent for me, but after seeing them dance and be silly on that scan then feeling them, well my heart unfroze and I began to believe that everything is going to be okay.

I’ve read articles from women where they say they “just knew”. They knew when it wasn’t going to be okay and they knew when it was. That’s kind of how I feel now. I don’t want to say it out loud though so writing it down will have to do but I’ve been daydreaming of them arriving. Playing with Little Man, climbing over me, crawling, simply being here – happy, healthy and ridiculously adorable.

Since there are two in there I actually measure four weeks ahead. So technically I’m presenting as a lady over sixteen weeks. My tummy is getting rounder, my breasts (BEWBS!) have their own gravitational pull and I sleep more than Oscar. Thankfully the horrendous nausea is subsiding and my energy is slowly coming back. I’ve only put on a kilo which I’m really pleased and surprised about since I seem to go through a loaf of bread and a sack of potatoes a day. I’ve been looking at maternity wear on ASOS and I have a few items in my basket but I’m holding back until after my big nuchal translucency scan, because you’know, “just in case”.

My photography has also been untouched, I haven’t picked up my camera for weeks but hopefully once the move has taken place I’ll get my groove back. We had an offer on our house so hopefully we can get the negotiation all sorted over the next few days and have something locked in.

And that’s about it.

I do tend to update my Facebook page more regularly (because it’s easier to just write a quick status update from my phone). I also post amazing cat-riding photos like this one…

Disclaimer: only Oscars pride was hurt in the making of this photo.

So, feel free to follow along on there. I will try and update my blog more often but my seventeen hours of sleep a day must come first for the foreseeable future!!

Until next time,


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