Reverting to childhood memories

Here we are rapidly approaching easter and I'm wondering where the time has gone? I mean it was only January what seems like 5 minutes ago but all of a sudden the clocks are changing heralding the onset of British Summertime. Not a concept I love too much I have to say. I don't like the summer (in the UK), I'm definitely not a summer person. I don't deal with heat very well and I see nothing awesome about feeling you need a shower 5 minutes after getting out of the shower, being stuck in an airless humid office with a constant headache for 4 months and being unable to sleep because it's ridiculously humid. That's before we even get to heyfever. I'd be quite happy for it to be cold or spring/autumn like and below 13 degrees all year round. I love the sunshine so my fave days are the super frosty days that you know will slap you around the face when you go out, but with cornflower blue skies and sunshine. Lush.

One thing I don't mind though about summer is the lighter evenings, that definitely is a bonus!

Anyway, I've been meaning to catch up on my blog for a few weeks but haven't had the time. The house is still a building site but with more structure which is good. The bits Bean will be in are all cleaned and sorted so that's a good start. The rest I can manage with as it's no biggie. It's nice to see it coming along but it goes to show the work we needed to put in to get it back into it's former glory. We were really lucky we got it for the price we did considering the work that needs doing (after 115 odd years you'd need a little TLC me thinks) but when we're done it's going to be lovely. I can't wait to be able to show people that bit as all they've seen it the horror that is unplastered walls and rubble) so far though it's all good.

The nursery is finished aside from the "soft furnishings" which Al and I need to find time to go and pick this weekend. It doesn't need much as we've done it neutral as eventually it'll be a spare room but for the mo it's all set up ready which is kinda coo in a scary way.

Our room is all painted and the cot and moses baskets all sorted and ready - and covered in a cat net to stop inquisitive kitteh's! My bags are packed for when we have to go in so I guess it's the waiting game now. I'm due saturday (well loosely as estimated due dates are far from accurate) but I suspect he'll hang on a little longer. If there was ever a case for sods law it's for the weekend after he's due when Everton play United at Wembley for the FA Cup semi's. Al's resigned to the fact he can't go to Wembley however I have warned him that if Bean decides to make an appearance then he'll miss it on the TV as well.

His face was a picture but like I said, the law was made with a sod in it so it's bound to happen.

Been getting increasingly uncomfortable this last couple of days. I'm now 39 weeks and 3 days so considered cooked in 3 more days. Quite scary considering it seems like ages ago we found out yet it's imminent and getting scarier by the second. My bump is lower but last appointment the head was still not engaged. Had to whizz up to the Womens Hospital for monitoring as Bean is a chilled out little fellow and does not fit into the "average" catagory for heartbeat (around 130 bpm), preferring instead to stay under the radar at a cool 115bpm. Makes sense considering who his parents are really. I wasn't overly concerned as I know he's a wriggler and he's always moving about so I knew he was ok. The midwives though always see me for an appointment at his quiet time (between 11 and 3) and I'm sure they think I'm lying when they hear his lower heart rate and ask me "does he move much" and I reply with - painfully all the time usually!

He's been giving me very painful digs in my "down there's" and pushing up with his feet on my ribs. It's good to know he's moving around despite the fact it causes me to yelp involuntarily every now and again! I've been getting crampy pains on and off for the last week and am finding the whole process of pregnancy a strange thing in a cool way. It's like something you can't help, it just happens and your body knows what to do, it grows and it creates this safe place for a little human to grow. That's amazing. I hear sooo many stories of women eager to get the baby out and get back to their normal lives and figure (and whinge and whine about stretchmarks and baby weight etc... all the little things that indicate that you have done this remarkable thing) and I can't help thinking it's missing the point. Every twinge or stretch mark tells the story of your child. How is that awful?

Anyway, I'm off to wrap up work for the day so I can go have a nice relaxing LOONG bath to ease my aching muscles.

p.s. Loving the excuse to go up the stairs on my hands and knees again though. It's like being 7 again ha ha!