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The mid-way spot week 21

Woo hoo, I’ve past the halfway point and therefore last week we got to see our little one again. The 20 week scan was pretty awesome, no, not the 45 min wait with a bored 8 year old and an inquisitive toddler, not the constant trips to the loo or even seeing the fish again, but the sonographer was lovely. She explained everything she was looking at and even if I did have to nod and smile a few times because the fuzz on the screen made little sense to me, it was great to know that all is well and our ‘macfly’ is developing away nicely. I have to admit that on one of my many trips to the loo (half way through the scan I add) I did have an overwhelming urge to know the sex of our next arrival. Luckily hubby stayed strong and we are still team yellow.

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Despite raving about how wonderful my skin is looking these days I’m having to write this post in 15 min slots as, I have apparently developed a bad case of eye acne… yep it exists. My face is clear but after weeks of struggling in front of the computer for work, a trip to the A&E eye department confirmed that I have been getting inflamed cysts on my inner eyelids. It’s a condition which affects menopausal women?? And can lead to flaks of skin being dragged across the eye causing infections (like the conjunctivitis I had before) and dry eye. No wonder I’ve been in so much pain! Just to top this off, I have also got some on my ears too which could be the cause of my headaches. Off to the specialist Friday to see what can be done, It may be a case of put up until little one arrives…. And I thought everything was going so well.

The sickness has died down, only once or twice a week now and I’m getting bigger by the day. Baby Roo seems to be over his nursing strike and, although I’m questioning if he’s getting any milk now or just enjoys the comfort of nursing, I’m glad he wants to continue a while longer. We’re having to negotiate the bump now which is tricky, not to mention that if the next one continues as long as him I will have been breastfeeding for 4 years straight…. Geez… 4 years of nursing bras and baggy tops How glamorous! That’s also four years of sitting down to nurse only to discover that both your cupa tea and the tv remote are out of reach and, four years of worrying you’re gonna squirt milk over anyone who happens to be within boob shot of your hungry child…. You’ve been there right? That rush of panic when little one pulls away suddenly mid-feed and your milk lands on your friend’s tuna sandwich. Still, We have two for a reason right?

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The name debate continues, we cannot agree on one for either sex and I’m starting to wonder if we will ever find something we both like…. Of course Macfly Macdonald has a ring to it right?? I find myself listening more on the school run as parents call after their offspring in sing song tones, ‘Did you remember your lunch Jasper?’ ‘How was your day Gertrude’ ‘Don’t pick your nose Billy’ you get the idea… It would be nice to have something more unique this time around; I think you get braver the more children you have…. I mean little Gertrude is number 5 in her family…. Suggestions on a postcard!

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Things that annoy me when I’m pregnant

Ok so hormones go a little bit crazy during pregnancy, and most of this stuff is my responsibility, but that doesn’t stop me breathing fire once in a while.

1. When people do a pee in the toilet I just cleaned……

2. Cooking disasters

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3. When my cup of tea goes cold

4.When people put anything other than books on the book shelf

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5.When I get up for the 3rd time that night to pee

6.and the toilet roll hasn’t been replaced correctly

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7. Having to adjust the seat in the car

8. When things are left on the stairs

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9. Forgetting why I have walked into a room

10. When the stair rail is used instead of the coat hooks

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11. Finding myself sobbing during the opening sequence to Fireman Sam

12. Tea bags left on the side

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13. Toothpaste in the sink

14. When the table isn’t cleared from breakfast before creativities begin…. mmmm toast crumb cards

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15. When my husband has hic-ups…. or sneezes, or snores, or burps…. or breaths too heavily

16. The vacuum cleaner lead….. enough said!!

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17. Discovering there’s no milk….. after brewing my cupa

18. Forgetting to remove the veg crate before using the microwave and praying for thanks that the house didn’t go up in flames

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Scans and Belly Jiggles

We had our third scan today, the first being for some reassurance and the second to tell us we were only ten weeks (that was a bit disappointing). Today we were set back once again, but only by a day. We now have a EDD (finally)! little bean is due 21st of September, looks like I’ll be doing the school run in my final weeks then…

It was an emotional but rather interesting morning… Having woken up from a slightly odd dream to the sounds of baby Roo cooing away at 6:30, we managed to convince him that 20 mins of Peppa Pig (which is permanently in our bedroom dvd player), while having mummy and daddy cuddles, was a far better option than a crack of dawn breakfast…

Pregnancy dreams are the best! Mine seemed to involve underground greenhouses(?!), a flight round New York city, and plastic dolls… I also recall getting angry will fellow contestants in a cooking competition during the night… the husband says I snored! Grrr this is possibly because I seem to have picked up a nasty little cold from some snotty child at a toddler group last week, I knew there was a reason why I don’t attend such events often aside from the competitive parenting, (my Chelsea tractor is bigger than yours, little jimmy was potty trained at 5 weeks etc) dam this constant coughing and sneezing, we know I have pelvic floor issues!

Baby Roo, hubby and I throw breakfast down ourselves and bundle out of the door leaving the eldest with our wonderful Mother’s Help, who is both more efficient and more organised than myself. H is in capable hands and would no doubt arrive at school with all equipment necessary, no toothpaste down her top, well fed, refreshed from a lovely walk and without the sound of ‘we’re running late again’ echoing in her ears. Its a shame she can’t join us but hopefully next time!

We stop at a garage on the way and grab a bottle of water before heading into the city, Roo seems excited by the change of routine and even more excited when he realises he can see the fish tank in the hospital again… there’s something about taking a toddler into a room full of broody mother-to-be, I only wish he would return their smiles, just once… but no, he’s so serious, just gets on playing peek-a-boo with the fish (until the power cuts out and he looks more confused than normal). ‘He actually has a dimple’, I tell people when they attempt to coax a smile from him. I don’t think anyone believes me… I wonder if this little bundle will be just as serious around strangers? or if they’ll be like their confident and bubbly big sister?

We make it into the scan room and I’m mortified to find that I’m required to hold my existing ‘baby apron’ up so she can scan… dam big babies!! But, apparently, muffin top aside, my bottle of water was not enough, I’m asked to drink more fluid and wait another half an hour….

By the time I re-enter the room, 7 polystyrene cups of water later, I’m bursting for the loo and praying I won’t sneeze. There were a few intense moments of belly jiggling to get little one to turn around and a more than one close call where I thought I might lose all dignity, but here he/she is… dated 12+2 weeks, with two arms and two legs and a strong heart beat….. Yes it’s starting to sink in… baby number three… a beautiful little blob…

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The Thin Red line

So, we’re pregnant! I hope this goes a little way to explain my absence of late, I’ve either been with the kiddies, working, or sleeping. Bfeeding a toddler during the early stages of pregnancy is exhausting not to mention slightly painful but, we’re still pushing forward in an earth-mother-with-kids-hanging-of-her-boobs kinda way….

The day the red line appeared I had stocked up on the following at Tesco…. A bottle of Malibu, 3 ovulation kits, a pregnancy test and a big box of tampons…… I secretly snuck away to the loo when we returned home (thanks to ‘In The Night Garden’) and obviously was delighted when the line appeared! But my second thought, was ‘dam it!….. What a waste of a shopping trip’

I hadn’t really expected to be pregnant that month, I mean, my cycle had been all out and all attempts had failed for 3 months previously. Plus, with the pressures of Christmas and various house guests, hubby and I are certain we didn’t actually do the deed….we still don’t remember when said event took place….. gosh is that marriage for you? I mean I often forget when he asks to me wash certain jumpers… and in turn he has forgotten to sort the tv wires for 6 months now, but sex… erm that’s never happened before…

Yes Aunt Flow was late, but it wasn’t the first time since she reappeared following Baby Roo’s birth, I took the test out of habit really… and low and behold, there it was, the thin red line!DSCF4218edit

Our dates have been very hard to decipher as this line appeared a week after conception (even odder now that I don’t remember). Those hormones must have been strong… I spent the first 8 weeks thinking I was two weeks ahead of myself and couldn’t understand why I didn’t feel particularly sick…. An early scan revealed our ‘Macfly’ (After the BTTF character, not the band) was strong and healthy but wouldn’t be sharing my Virgo birth sign as suspected (no I don’t believe in that, but sounds cool right?….. ok, I couldn’t think of another way to wrap up that sentence).

Surprisingly the sickness is so much easier to manage than both my previous pregnancies, maybe its because there’s little time to dwell and wallow but I feel so much better than before. The problem with third time around is the good old pelvic floors are less forgiving…. I’m not trying to gross you out but, ever puked and peed?…. its humiliating!! I’ve taken to attempting to reinstate them every time I boil the kettle…. This is fairly often, as, when you have a toddler the kettle is re-boiled at least four times before you actually get round to making a brew!

As you can see I’m not going to be sharing the glamorous side of pregnancy (does it really exist). I’d love to do a bump update every week for you but erm at the moment I look about 6 months gone, the joys of close pregnancies! Ill simply relate as I always do, the reality of being a slummy mummy of two three!!DSCF4155edit

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Fa-La-La-La-La, La-La-La-La

Those of you who read my posts for aliljoy will know that this weekend we put up the Christmas tree! I know, it’s quite early but, after a week of Xmas music we thought, why not get really enmeshed in the spirit of Christmas, after all we did miss out last year!DSCF3807

Decorating the tree is one of those image perfect moments isn’t it? Where the family gather around in matching Christmas jumpers beside a roaring fire. The gentle whisperings of silent night crackles over an old gramophone and popcorn is thread delicately on string ready to be hung . The parents enjoy mulled wine and cinnamon cakes and the children tuck into hot chocolate and mince pies…….

REALLY?? NOT IN THE MACDONALD HOUSEHOLD

I guess you could say preparations for Christmas began in early summer for us. When house hunting there are those vital questions you ask yourself: is it near a good school; Is the area nice; are there enough bedrooms; Where will we put the Christmas tree?…. Luckily our house has a lovely little nook in the corner of the family room, perfect for our 6ft (artificial) fir. DSCF3799

On locating (and negotiating) the decorations from the loft and down two flights of stairs, we discover that said perfect nook does not possess a plug socket. It is conveniently nestled between patio doors and the archway to the kitchen, even an extension lead can’t compete with that. So what to do? Ah yes, the sofa shuffle!

For an hour and a half, we shout over the sound of Slade, while baby Roo sits patiently in the play pen and the eldest makes suggestions. We do a fantastic chuckle brothers impression ‘to me then, to you’ and finally, after trying and abandoning the idea of putting one module of the corner sofa upstairs, we successfully find an alternative place.DSCF3808

Unfortunately most of the letter guides have fallen from the tree branches and it takes 45mins to erect the beast. The eldest, having been very patient, asks to put the first bauble on the branches, ‘if only it had those little bits of string attached Mummy’ Oh Feck! Its 7pm and we need to start threading the ties. We promise her that tomorrow morning we will start the actual decorating. She is gracious and understanding!!

DSCF3815For two hours that evening, while I’m at work, the hubby painstakingly threads 100’s tiny ornaments and, at 10o’clock, I join him. We crawl into bed at midnight, satisfied we are all ready for the following day.

We don’t quite manage to fulfil that perfect image, we are all in our jammies and all too aware that visitors will be arriving later so the house needs to be in some sort of order, but, cup of coffee in one hand and plastic icicle in the other we have a great time making that tree sparkle! We are not even phased when we lift H to place the star on the top only to find it brushes the ceiling and needs to be placed lower, or when we discover baby Roo holding a loose thread and pray he hasn’t swallowed a bauble but, the shock comes when we decide to add the lights….. We don’t have an adapter plug. After all that hassle we have to decide if we want lights over Xmas, or a working telephone……………DSCF3812