Third time round is a doozy .
Its knocked me for six, sure I was nauseous and tired and sick and hormonally crazy with the other two, but this time WOW, I've been supercharged on all angles, at least last time I could function physically and mentally. I simply don't think my body is strong enough this time round and my mind has long since been fried by illogical toddler behaviour. I am now simply using random words in my sentences because its easier to think of the real one. I'd laugh if it wasn't confusing. The kids are living on soup and hard boiled eggs because you can't burn soup, well you can but it takes a long time and eggs takes even longer. I am also an expert at getting a sloph in the middle of the day, by literally being unable to move through pain and exhaustion and telling Maia she can join me if she wants!! I found that if I lie still long enough (because I'm asleep), she really will just fall asleep!
BUT despite all that, I still am in awe of that tiny wee head and that wee mouth that looked as if it was kissing me, either that or saying 'get those sodding ultrasound waves out of my home'.I think it might be a boy *gulp*:
impossible to tell at this stage I'd say! but it seems as though all I hear about lately is that 'it's a boy' from other pregnant women... maybe that's our mission in life: to raise these little boys into kind, considerate, passionate, interested, sweet old men! :)
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