Sunday. I’m ?% overwhelmed most of the time. Waking up to a toddler loudly whinging because it’s not dark anymore and her hot cocoa is too hot and she wants to get dressed but not that one while simultaneously needing to pee and pour my first cuppa and take the dog out. Overwhelm. Trying to Carry on!
May 31: I had been getting more and more tired of being pregnant and trying different tricks that might get labor going for several days. Of course it was nothing drastic as my due date wasn’t until 9 June. When Kevin and I went to bed that night, he noticed I had a “piddle pad” Carry on!
My sweet little Finnella will be one month old tomorrow! I am having a hard time believing that little statistic as far as she is concerned. As for me, I am definitely feeling more like a human and less like a blubbering ball of baby fat and boobage. I even briefly considered going for an Carry on!
We started calling the baby Baby Fizzy–those early movements can feel fizzy, but mostly it’s because my friend offered up her children’s names if we wanted to use them…only starting with an F of course: Femma, Folly, Foolia, Fandrew or Fizzy. We are definitely going with Fizzy. Although, four year old Denton did suggest we Carry on!
Yep. It’s true. I made it facebook official, but hadn’t spread the news to the wider world of my blog. I’m really thankful I’ve had no real sickness this first part. Some days I’m super exhausted and want to be in my bed at 4 p.m. This hasn’t been really handy, since Kevin is deep Carry on!