Photograph © Peter Broadbent
Woop Woop! Today I had a three-month scan as there is most definitely a little bun in the oven: a sibling for my 2-year-old. We are all very excited. On hearing the news, said 2-year-old (and 2 months) stated, “Where is it? Want to see it? Cut it out”.
In 6 months I might well be cutting it out. I’m not one to share ET style scan pics (each to their own and respect to those who like to) it’s just not for me, plus the bean was shaking its booty so much no picture quite made it until it tired itself out and lay face down for the remainder of the scan. Totally boring pictures, believe me. Instead here is Big Brother all pensive and handsome.
So far, this pregnancy has been a real joy. Unlike my 6 and a half month vomiting stint with Oliver, I’ve not been sick once, with only a bit of nausea on an evening. I’m energised and feel really good and long may it continue.
Here are a few funny things Oliver’s said this week which reaffirms the need to procreate.
1. On being offered a menu by a waiter in an Italian restaurant he looked up at him and loudly stated, “But I can’t read!”
2. On hearing loud dance music pumping from a building site near the park, he turned to me in his sweet posh voice and said, “Mama, shall we dance?”. (Not in front of those dudes son, but later).
3. On seeing a cute little girl in the park today he bustled up all confident in his leather jacket and beanie hat and said, “Shall we kiss and cuddle?”. Early starter and takes after his father with all the ‘shalls and musts’ and the rest. I’m Northern.
4. “Mama, watch, I’m Greek dancing” jumping in the air Zorba-style. A proud day for Papa G.