Skip to main content

3 Weeks To Go!

I have less than 3 weeks of the pill to go.....

LESS THAN 3 WEEKS!

I'm flip flopping between excitement and terror. I'm certain now that this next baby will be my last (saving for any heartbreaking disasters that I don't want to tempt fate on). They say you know when you're done. I almost am.

Almost! But not quite!

With Georgie taking his first steps in the last few days and growing in confidence every time he waddles along without holding on, I know that I'm days away from not having a "baby" any more. He's about to be a Toddler. And I have a baby shaped void that needs to be filled just one more time.

I drive by the hospital on my way home from work. Not the maternity end, but close enough. I feel butterflies and get a small smile on my lips every time I drive past. Soon, hopefully in only a few months time, I'll be off to the Women's Unit to have my scans, the (accursed and unfounded) Gestational Diabetes appointments, and eventually have a baby. I passed one of the midwives coming out of a home visit on my way home today too, chatting and laughing with who I assume is a new Granny to some squashy little bundle of love tucked up inside with mummy and daddy.

Broody just isn't the word!

Around the dinner table tonight we all got chatting about babies and when mummy and daddy have another baby. Jack says he's like a sister this time. Tom says he wants another brother. Georgie just screwed up his face not having a clue what anyone else was getting so animated about. It was all going lovely until the kids started talking about twins and triplets.... I'd be happy with just ONE more baby thanks. I would find room in my heart and my home for multiples if they were to happen but I'm not about to start ordering fertility treatments of the internet to try and boost my chances!

So the countdown is on I have 20 pills left..... EEEEK!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Romance

Now, we don't really do Romance, Yorkie and I. We're not the sort of couple that goes to posh restraunts, buy hearts and flowers on a whim etc, but last night we had a really sweet night. We didn't really do much that was classically romantic, it was the mood, the feeling in the air, if you know what I mean....? I cooked us steaks for tea, which is always a winner for Yorkie (his second fav after anything pork) and had the candles lit in the front room. Not that I was going for a romantic atmosphere, I just like to have candles lit on cold dark nights. We snuggled up on the settee together, watching nothing much on telly, all warm and cozy under a blanket, with the cat curled up o us. We'd been talking a little bit about the wedding and stuff, and about what my doc had said to me about what to do before we start a family. Yorkie's eyes went all soft and sweet, he was hugging me close and saying all the right kind of sweet thinks that I love to hear. It was on

Magnificent Monday #14

Welcome to Magnificent Monday! Poor old Monday, the most hated day of the week... But Monday can be magnificent ! All it wants is to be liked !  Like this Monday by liking some new Facebook pages and making some new friends! CharlieBeth @ Life as Mumma Walker  &  Kate @ Family Fever Tweet   The Facebook Linky The Blog Linky By participating, linkers agree to be added to the blog.family-walker.co.uk email newsletter list, but don't worry, I wont spam you! I'll just email you invitations to linkups. You can opt out at any time

International Babywearing Week

This is AWESOME! And I didn't even know about it until this year! International Babywearing Week ! I am a big fan of babywearing, although my journey to comfortable, workable babywearing was a slow one. With Jack and Tom I tried a variety of strap and buckle slings and they never really suited us. I gave up with them and thought that babywearing was for other people. Then when I had Georgie my step-mum gave me a Moby cloth wrap sling that she had found at a car boot sale. It came with a book of instructions for how to tie the sling and how to fit baby in safely and comfortably. I gave it a try. Georgie loved it. I loved it. I was totally sold! So from then on when ever I went shopping, or on the school run with the older boys, or to visit friends, or anything.... I popped Georgie in the Moby Wrap. He was comfortable, warm, close to my heart and his much loved boobies (I breastfeed), he could see the world around him, and was a very very happy baby! When I found out