"I'm fat"

Been back home a few days after our Christmas break, been meaning to post, never quite gotten around to it...

Mrs T just came in to see what I was doing, and when I said I was about to update here she said, “Tell 'em I'm fat”. So there you have it, straight for the horse’s mouth, as it were. Mrs T is feeling fat. In fact, people keep telling here she’s “carrying neatly”, whatever that means.

We’ve gone and made our first major purchase for Flicker: a Bugaboo Cameleon in black and orange. It’s way, way too expensive (one of the most expensive things we've ever bought, behind only the house, the car, and the computers) but we just liked everything about it.


Not thought about a cot yet (eBay calling, I suspect) but we did discover over Christmas that the swinging crib Mrs T was in as a baby is still kicking around in a family friend’s loft. Be nice to see it in action again!

Flicker is dancing away like a pro. We’ve had a check-up with the thyroid specialist and he's happy with the way things are going. The only frustrating thing about the hospital is that they've lost another blood sample so Mrs T had to have a third test done, the results of which we still await.

A happy new year to anyone who reads this.

Nearly bedtime

Should be in bed by now, and am over-tired. To post or not to post?

Oh, go on then; just a quick one.

• Mrs T is into her last week at work! Today was her last Thursday for a year. She’s beginning to realise how much she’ll miss her colleagues and I expect next Wednesday could be quite an emotional day.
  

• Flicker is still moving around pretty constantly. (Okay, probably not constantly, but that’s what it seems like at times.) One midwife mentioned that Mrs T “ought to be feeling the baby move at least ten times a day”. The first time she tried to keep count she’d reached ten before breakfast.

There’s more to say, I'm sure. But I really should be asleep.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... and we're off.

The countdown is well and truly under way. Mrs T has been marking off the days left until she finishes at school to start her maternity leave for a couple of weeks now, and we've reached just ten days to go! And, boy, will she be glad. School and pregnancy at the same time? Daft idea! It's just exhausting her.

On top of the school stuff, she's also been struggling with sciatica for a while, which is getting her down. I guess Flicker's putting some nasty pressure on a nerve somewhere. There's no point going to the doctor (says she) as he'll only give her some painkillers and she's determined not to take anything while pregnant. I've been trying to persuade her to let a Physiotherapist friend to try to work some magic, but she's not managed to get in touch with her yet.

Flicker's dancing is getting more energetic, and Mrs T really isn't sure whether she likes it or not. Especially as he loves to get going just as she's eating, and it makes her feel horribly queasy. I must admit, I don't think I'd be too keen!