For lunch i will be mainly eating butter

Hello. Starbucks is moving a lot now days, not kicking- moving, and often when i picture her i think of her hitting or headbutting instead, leading me to worry for a two days that my baby was paralysed from the waist down- i guess that's a little irrational, but welcome to pregnancy!

I've not written much on here about Starbucks' development yet, although i do read every week whats new, and whats normal. Nice things about Starbucks is she now has eyelashes (cute), getting hair (and more importantly those annoying cow licks and crowns that she will lament in her teenage years if they're not where she wants them), she can open her eyes and see, although what that is I'm not sure. I like to imagine it looks like the winter sun coming through your closed eye lids, but what with me wearing clothes all the time -darn winter-it must really be pretty dark in there. She can also breathe in and out her own amniotic fluid and has toe nails. All things which i am sure i will check time and again once she's here.

I'm trying to look forward to her coming, but its hard knowing about the lack of sleep and space i will experience. However, i only rank sleep about 4th in my life after chocolate and Xss and God so at least all those things i love more will still exist.

Speaking of God, i find it very easy to believe that God created Starbucks and is choosing everything for her perfectly, to give her the character and person he knows works, but i am finding it much harder to believe that he has chosen me to be her mother. Ironic as that is, as i am here first, and she is very obviously my daughter (being an unmissable lump sticking out the front of me permanently now days). So I'm trying to rejoice that i have been chosen, as really i know i should, motherhood is by no means a given for everyone and i should not grow complacent with this. Its a work in progress at the moment though.

Oh the pregnancy woes go on, moan, moan, moan.

After getting pregnant i vowed i would not write on hear each week about the joys and more often pitfalls of growing your own human. However, i did not account for how much this one task would take over my life. This morning i woke up with an additional one long side burn, of a dark shade, having just dyed my hair blonde again. (it reaches right down to the bottom of my jaw and is almost an inch thick). Like all things pregnancy related, it'll be gone sometime after the baby is here. Your just resigned to that message playing on repeat. I have cramp in my calves regularly, again, i guess it'll go. I also don't ever feel like washing up- will that go too?

In good news, i'm also growing a linea Negra, a dark line down the middle of my stomach, probably just to aid the doctors in measuring the enormity of my bulge. How exciting to be growing a fine dark line, but i think its going wonkey.