Wow.So much to tell and yet I cant think where to begin.
This is my bump.Our bump.
A much wanted, and yet left very late in the day, little bump.
Not so little.
I am just shy of twenty eight weeks.We told the boys almost three weeks ago.This bump has been shocking people in the last week or two.There is a lot to be said for winter clothing.There is a lot to be said for much better tummy muscles than I thought I posessed!
But the pop has well and truly happened and yesterday I found myself doing the "waddle".
I will not let that happen again.
Why keep a secret soooo long? Well.We wanted to tell the boys before anybody else.We also didnt want it to drag on for them.
We then nearly lost him.Many weeks were spent thinking he still "might go" as the doctor put it.
Then I became so ill I did thought I might actually die.
I had to eat McDonalds.
That was bad.
I also had to eat chicken twisties.
Chicken twisties are horrific.
That was excrutiating.
Then we had tests.
Then we thought we would have a movie night with toffee popcorn and play the nineteen weeks dvd for the boys.
But we never got around to it.
I almost almost forgot I was pregnant.
Then I became an Aunt to a precious little girl.
Then she had some serious complications.
Which turned out to be pretty much alright after some horrific weeks.
We had completely ran out of the "right time" to tell anyone.
Then I kept waiting for somebody, anybody to take some photos before I no longer have a bump.
So I took one for you.
So little mister bump up there will arrive on the eleventh of November if he sticks to the plan.
Which, lets face it, is highly unlikely.
And my hair is getting thicker which is such a perfect side effect of being pregnant.
Until it all falls out after the birth.
Isnt life a twister!