Morning, baby

I suppose I should start this post with the news that I am 21 weeks pregnant. I know, I know, that's what this blog is supposed to be all about so how come I've managed to go 21 weeks without a single pregnancy post? I mean, it's a pretty big deal. Well, that should probably be the subject of another post but suffice to say what with starting a new job, looking after Phoebe, renovations and Christmas, it's been a fairly jam-packed 21 weeks. And then there's the obligatory first trimester silence, which I felt compelled to observe.

So anyway, there you go. Baby number 2 on the way, expected some time in early June. 5th to be precise but let's not dwell on that - we all know what happened last time.

So Phoebe is going to be a big sister. My little baby is going to be a big sister. She thinks everyone is growing a baby in their tummies, all females anyway, including herself. I can understand the confusion. I could guess that maybe 30% of the ladies she comes into contact with are either expecting or have recently had babies. I told her that she doesn't need to grow a baby because she has a mammy who will do it for her. I told her that it's quite hard work and an often thankless task and that if you can get someone else to do it for you then that's the best way.

She talks to the baby, which is very cute. She says to me "open" and tries to lift my top up, which isn't ideal when I'm wearing a dress. The first time she did this I thought that she wanted me to open my tummy so she could see the baby. I told her we couldn't see it until it's ready to come out.

She'll pull my t-shirt up, wave at my tummy and say "Morning, baby." Then she'll wave again, saying, "Night night, baby," and pull my shirt back down again. The other night we were staying with friends and Toby was taking her to bed. He asked her to say goodnight to everyone and she waved at each of us. I got two waves; one at my face and one at my tummy.

She doesn't seem to understand the difference between a brother and a sister so I'm not sure which she'd prefer. Last time I asked her if she wanted a boy or a girl she answered "yep", which is good because that's what she's getting.

I'm hoping that things are going to calm down a bit for us now and that I'll have time to do some more regular updates as Phoebe is becoming quite chatty, interactive and at times very funny. Meanwhile I'm off to plan the cake for her
2nd birthday. Where did that time go?




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