Saturday 29 March 2008
Thursday 27 March 2008
Twisting it off its hinge
Livia is of course, still lovely. She does like to twist her head off its hinge. She persistently turns her head to the right, and I'm getting more and more worried about it. Robin the osteopath is seeing her, but I'm putting it down here in the hope that it wall all be nothing and this will be something interesting to remember in a few years.
Tuesday 18 March 2008
Livia
She's here, and she's absolutely wonderful. I am completely in love. It was a shit bag of a pregnancy. I hate being pregnant, and yet Livia is so fab that within a week of her arrival, I wanted another one.
What's she like? She has incredibly long eyelashes. The nape of her neck is just like Grandad's. She gazes calmly at everything, in the way you do when you wake from a long sleep, and don't have to get out of bed any time soon. She has a lop-sided smile and a wobbly neck. She hates the cold. Her skin is so deliciously soft. She makes soft little squeaky noises all the time, and sneezes approximately 97 times a day. I love her.
What's she like? She has incredibly long eyelashes. The nape of her neck is just like Grandad's. She gazes calmly at everything, in the way you do when you wake from a long sleep, and don't have to get out of bed any time soon. She has a lop-sided smile and a wobbly neck. She hates the cold. Her skin is so deliciously soft. She makes soft little squeaky noises all the time, and sneezes approximately 97 times a day. I love her.
Tuesday 17 July 2007
Oh lawks
So I'm going to be as good with this one as I am with the first. Mind you, little bugger has made me so sick I haven't been up to much blogging.
Scan yesterday. Amazingly clear. Brain, belly, bladder. All there.
And luckily, it's just a Cosmo. Or a Dibbs. But not both.
Scan yesterday. Amazingly clear. Brain, belly, bladder. All there.
And luckily, it's just a Cosmo. Or a Dibbs. But not both.
Monday 21 May 2007
Friday 18 May 2007
Here we go again.....
Tee hee. I am secretly pregnant. This time, I'm not going to tell *anyone* until everything is all sorted out. So, so far, only Adam, Frances, Sibb, Dr Foo (arf), Dr Tyrie and the Midwife know. And the Doctor's receptionist. 7 people told in 10 hours. Adam doesn't count, he has to know, obviously. So that's only 0.6 people per hour. Not bad.
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