Most Days I Dress Well For Work

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Trousers or skirt.  Button shirt or nice pull over.  Cardigan.  Make up. Jewellery.  Like that there.

And there are days like today.  Days that I refer to Clean, Covered and Comfortable.  I mean, I’m not in jeans or anything, but I am in a weekend t-shirt.  And my cardigan is a bit ratty.

Why?

Because baby woke me up at 3am by standing on my bladder.  And then I could not get back to sleep.  Partly because of a snoring husband and partly just because I couldn’t sleep.  And the In Laws were over so couldn’t move into the spare room.

Finally drifted off again about 5:30.  Only to be woken by an internal rumba around 6:30.

Now my nose is sniffly, my head is a bit achy and the baby is still doing the rumba.

Yeah, may be going home at lunchtime.

Slow Cooker Night One

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So I received a slow cooker for my birthday from my brother and his family.  So I tried a beef stew in it today.

Potatoes just wouldn’t cook.  I wound up transferring it to my regular stew pot and boiling it madly for another 1/2 hour.

Also, half the meat was very tender and half was very dry.

I can fix the potato problem, just cut them up smaller.

But not sure what to do about the meat.

Oh and the onions remained big pieces.  They usually cook down to nothing.

Must ponder…

Letter to My Baby – Gestational Age 21 Weeks

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Dear Baby

What a week we had!  The big scan, mummy’s 40th birthday, and snow in Belfast!  I hope the snow bit happens again sometime once you are in school, because there isn’t anything as magical as a snow day!

And we’re past the 1/2 way mark now.  Mummy is still waiting, very impatiently, for the 2nd trimester burst of energy everyone is promising her.  She doesn’t think she’s going to get it.

At 21 weeks you are about 18 cms long.  You have eyelids, but they are still fused closed, so your eyes aren’t open yet. This is probably a good thing.  Its not like you have a TV in there!!

This week you have also, apparently, learned to stand on mummy’s bladder.  Cuz she’s heading to the loo every hour or so.  Stop that, okay?

Mummy has been thinking a lot this week about what it means to be your mummy.  She keeps remembering this scene from the old TV show, Mad About You.  Paul and Jamie are expecting their first baby and Jamie suddenly realizes she’s the mummy and she has a total freak out over it.

I’m not freaking out at all.  I want to be your mummy.  I can’t wait to be your mummy.  I will always be your mummy.  Even when I’m 80 and you’re 40? I’ll still be your mummy.

Which brings me to the next thing I’ve been thinking about this week.

I’ve said in a previous post that you being born in a year that ends with 9 will test my maths skills.  Only, it won’t.  Because I will always be exactly 40 years older than you! Easy peasy to remember your age now! 🙂

So 19 weeks to go.  And I’m still counting every day until then.

Love

Mummy

I Have Suddenly Realized

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I am no longer a licensed driver.

My California Driver’s License expired yesterday.  I can’t get a UK one with the current state of my diabetes.

In some ways it is oddly freeing.

I am sure it will feel less freeing when I am in California later this year, after the baby is born, and I can’t drive!

We don’t have a car, we have no plans to get a car. So why should I worry about a license? I shouldn’t! 🙂