18 weeks and flying.

Somehow I have reached 18 1/2 weeks already. Compared to last time this pregnancy is flying. Maybe it is because I don't have quite as many worries about the whole double womb thing given my body has now done this once before, maybe it is because I have DS to chase after and keep me occupied, but it doesn't seem like I will be half way in a week and a half!

This pregnancy has been quite different to the last, even less sickness, but maybe slightly more tiredness. The unconsumable hunger hasn't hit this time either, meaning so far I've only put on a few pounds despite a fair sized bump. Last time I put on 4 stones in total but I very much doubt I'll hit anything like that this time. I seem more emotional this time, last time I never had the pregnant lady emotions, but this time I have cried once or twice at cbeebies. And my words are often missing and my sentances disappear halfway.

Anyway a week and a half and then we get to hopefully find out what gender this little one is (I'm leaning towards girl) and to see ours bubs on that little screen for a few minutes.

In the mean time I'm sat here having snuggles and watching 'In the night garden' as the rain pours outside.

Crap tv

Is it just me that can't be doing with Jeremy Kyle and the like? It isn't so much the programme, it isn't so much the people on it, it's the way people watch it because they think themselves superior to the people on it. It's like not just slowing down to gawp at a car crash, but then pointing and laughing at the people trying to crawl out the wreakage.

Maybe it's just me being overly sensitive, but this is real peoples lives and there is nearly always children involved, which just makes me feel incredibly sad. Rather then laughing at them, I'd rather just cry normally, I'm just so glad I don't live their life.

My hurray for this week!

We have movement! Those wonderful tiny precious first flutters have been definitely been felt the last couple of days. Yay!!

Following on from patience patience patience

Patience is wearing a little thing.

Was told the car would be ready on friday, infact I was told it was ready on friday, but it wasn't, on friday told monday, monday told tuesday, tuesday told wednesday, and today told tomorrow. So everyday I have the fun of calling the garage to be told tomorrow, so then I have to call the insurance company, which means a lovely while on hold, then I have to talk to the courtesy car people, who should have been told by the insurance company but weren't. And I'm guessing the garage haven't told the insuance company what they need to know either, so I get to ring them again later. Oh joy.

Coupled with the fact that today all Noah wants to do is scream, play in the bin, break the fire, play with my knitting or smack the laptop today is a fun day.

Food for thought

It's getting to that time of year when my little garden is bursting with fruit and veg. A lot of it isn't yet ripe, but this week we have been eating courgettes, Pak Choi and salad from my garden. It's good to know though that by gardening with Noah not only am I providing him with perfectly fresh chemical free food, but also it does hishappiness and development good Ok so the article is about gardening in schools, but surely no matter where you are, encouraging children to get outside in the fresh air, see where their food comes from, play in the dirt and grow their own, can only be a positive thing.

Anyway here are a few obligatory pictures

Some French beans, Mangetout, Kale and Cabbage, as well as a few herbs and strawberries just at the edge.

Pak Choi just before eating

Cougettes

Cooking apples for apple pie


White currants of which we are going to have millions


and Damsons for jam

We also have loads of other bits and bobs, it is surprising quite how much much you can fit in pots and small spaces. We should also soon have tomatoes and carrots and alsorts. You get a lot of reward for a small amount of work.

Patience patience patience

I dislike waiting in for parcels, I dislike being on hold and I dislike waiting for people to phone me back. I'm sure most people feel similar. Unfortunately I seem to have spent a lot of time on hold this past week, and I've been waiting all day for people to ring me back.

I hadn't put anything about this yet as I wasn't sure with it being an ongoing police matter, but anyway last sunday my car got hit by another car. The drivers were uninsured, and it turned out the car wasn't theirs, they'd 'borrowed' it while the parents were out.

Anyway we were all fine, none of us were injured, the doctor checked me over and said they think baby is fine too. The car was badly damaged but we all didn't even have a bruise. I won't go into details like I say with it being an ongoing thing, but if it had been a second later the outcome could have been very different.

I felt so protected through the whole thing. Not only were we all uninjured, but by the time we had got out the car there was already a policeman on scene who just happened to be driving past. He took care of everything for us.

Since then I seem to have spent a long time on hold though. Today I am waiting for a call about a courtesy car, a call from the insurance and a call from the police about a court case today. The insurance company and the police have been very good, I'm just bored of waiting by the phone today. Whinge over but it's sunny, we're grumpy, and I want to go out!

Fathers day

Now I know I'm late with this so bear with me. To be honest i hadn't even realised it was fathers day until I saw a friends status update about being up all night with their 2 week old baby, the getting up early with the 3 other children to make her husband a cooked breakfast. I was thinking she was mad, then it hit me there may be a reason for the madness. Fathers day. Ahh yes, now I remember. She is obviously a much more devoted and sentimental wife then me.

Either way, we don't really do mothers day, fathers day or valentines day, we never have. But this year Fathers day nearly had me in tears, maybe it is the hormones, but not entirely.

I have always thought the whole pc crowd in schools etc saying you shouldn't make fathers day cards incase it upsets those whose Dad isn't on the scene was a bit ott.

As I saw the children bring out the cards at church that they had made on sunday morning it nearly made me cry. Leaving aside those adults who may not be able to have children for whatever reason, who I have often thought about, what about the children themselves? 2 little sisters who are in foster care and although they have some contact with their mum I don't think their is any with the Dad. A nearly teenage girl also in foster family, and a young family whose Dad died a few years ago. I could of cried for them. Maybe sometimes a card to a special person isn't such a pc thing. It must break those childrens heart, especially the ones whose Dad has died.

Just another thing that reminds me how very very blessed and fortunate we are.