21/40.

A sneak peak of Baby Golly, and my uterus!

So it's official - I have now been pregnant longer than what I will be! Does that even make sense? Whatever, I can blame that shit on baby brain and you'll just know what I mean!

21 weeks down. Already. Forgive me for sounding cliche but the time is just flying!

According to my little pregnancy ticker, I am currently mother to a butternut pumpkin. I'm thinking of designing a t-shirt that says "Does this butternut pumpkin make me look fat?" and people won't really know what I'm talking about because during the daylight hours (so before I inhale dinner, dessert, a cuppa tea, etc) you could be mistaken for thinking I'd just eaten too much pie. The "Is she pregnant with like a real baby or one of them food babies?" stage isn't too flattering!

With each day that passes, I am beginning to feel more and more movement. Little flutters, a soft kick here and there, not-so-subtle bouncing on my bladder. Definitely not the big boots I used to feel when I was pregnant with the Boy though - Perhaps my itty bitty girl will actually be an itty bitty girl and not go straight into Size 000 Wondersuits? My vagina can only hope!

Sleep is becoming frustrating for the mere fact that I find myself so damn thirsty before bed and chug down a glass, which rewards me with having to get up to wee 2 or 3 freaking times throughout the night. Couple that with the fact that we still usually have a night time visitor (who often sneaks around, trying to swipe at our iPhones) who, in a conspiracy against my sanity, times his visits in between toilet breaks. I suppose it's all practice for life with a newborn, right?

On the bright side, I am having some cravings which are totally amaze. 1am on Friday night, I found myself salivating over the thought of fresh white bread with margarine which saw MC having to rush out to the bakery on Saturday morning to buy me one of those fuckoff big breadsticks. He had to do the same on Sunday too! I am also loving strawberry Chobani Greek yoghurt and anything with cheese. Nothing weird and funky but hey, it's cravings all the same!

I have also recently come up with the conclusion that Bugface sits up at night and thinks of new things to say about the baby that will melt my heart. The latest is her talking into my bellybutton so her baby sister can hear her. She also wants to know why she can't see her sister through my bellybutton and how much longer until her sister comes out my bellybutton. Um, yeah. I'm kind of not wanting to have a discussion with her yet about which exit her baby sister will take so I just smile and tell her that Baby Golly will be here soon enough!

The Boy, on the other hand, is wrapped up in that delicious I-am-2-years-old-and-the-whole-world-revolves-around-me phase so he's kind of oblivious to the fact that his days as the baby of the Homemaker family are numbered. Tell him about the baby in my stomach and he'll insist that he too has a baby in his. Bless! 2 minutes later though, he's forgotten and goes back to asking me to put on a Wiggles DVD for the 245th time!

Speaking of The Wiggles, I have realised that just when I think that our days of wiggling on down in the Homemaker Household are almost over, I go and get myself pregnant again, ensuring that we will be subjected to at least another 2 years of it. Faaaark. Ladies, let that be a lesson to you - DON'T HAVE SEX OR THE WIGGLES WILL TAKE OVER YOUR HOUSE & NEVER LEAVE!