But there are so many memories on here I can't abandon it altogether.
OK time for a rambling post.
Adriano is putting in huge effort to get us out of London. He is back on the applying-for-jobs malarkey and his motivation is second to none. Somehow he finds moments to be an amazing dad and a tender husband too, it's impressive and I'm so grateful for him in my life.
I took Little G to Hastings where my parents live. We went on the train last weekend. It was the first time I have attempted the 3.5 hour journey since she has (mostly) given up her daytime nap. It went better than expected but I have a hunch I will never do it again which feels sad. I say I will never do it again because in the future I will be too big and heavy to cope with a toddler on the train for that length of time and after that I will have two small children and nowhere for one of them to sleep when we get there. My mum is great at jumping on the train to see me - she valiantly stays the night once a week to provide childcare while I'm at work - but the rest of the family just never visit me, so it's down to me. Well my sister visited me three times in 6 or 7 years, but does that really count? I love them dearly but the train journeys are expensive and I am still the highest earner in my family due to retirement/sickness/lack of self esteem (it's complicated, I'll leave it at that...)
The bump is growing, now 3 sonographers have said it's a girl so I'll be shocked if not. The cardiac scan went fine. There are always disclaimers - 'the baby could still have Downs' or whatever, but at least they didn't see any of the dodgy stuff they were looking out for. I am now feeling much more movement which to me is the nicest part of pregnancy. It's so reassuring, if alien-like, and I love to think of the baby getting bigger in there. It's hard to imagine but I keep trying. I am exhausted, still a raving insomniac, and very worried about getting bigger and tireder and slower. Little G takes a fair bit of entertaining and it wears me out! For example we'll have been home for 5 minutes after our 2nd trip out of the day, and she'll appear with hat/scarf/gloves/bag freshly donned, saying "Shall we go out now, Mummy?". Luckily I can normally distract her with a Peppa Pig DVD or a visit to the back garden. But she is watching hours and hours of TV most days and it is cold in the garden!
However, she is adorable (apart from a couple of real tantrums) and comes out with absolute classic comments just about every day. She is very good with her speech but occasionally she gets it slightly wrong in a very cute way, e.g. cubumber, swimming gobbles, sheepses, stippy tape.
Some things she's said recently:
'Right I'm off to work now'
'Sorry, I need to go and have my hair cut'
'Nice to see you Mummy'
'Clapham Junction, London Waterloo!'
'Silly cow' (perfectly innocently - just putting two familiar words together)
'I'm too big to go to playgroup'
'Mummy, would you like to play with my toys?'
'Shall we draw Daddy? Shall we draw him a snack?'
I did not buy her the plastic doll below nor the pink pink pink accessories but it has to be said, she is fairly keen on them.
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