All's well that ends well... oh.

All is going well. So well that i haven't written on here as no one likes to read about everything going swimmingly. I honestly cant think of a single worry in my life. Well, if pushed I'd name the impending pushing of the watermelon through the grape sized hole but that's gonna happen no matter what- its a different kind of worry, inevitable, a bit like death.

Nesting instinct has kicked in i want new carpets, new sofa's, new paint, new mugs, new anything. As long as it matches. Is matching toothbrushes taking it too far?

I'm reading very little about pregnancy, as the stuff i do read scares me (why does it make me feel odd to know i have 50% more blood than i used to). There is also a never ending list of symptoms which if you have (insert evil super villain laugh here) you are reassured it will go after the birth. AFTER THE BIRTH, that's over 20 weeks away of this annoying symptom!

Here is what i am aware of so far:
- Bleeding gums
- stabbing pains in the groin area
- itching skin, including soles of the feet and palms (this drove me MAD one night last week- only 140 unbearable itching days left!)
- feeling dizzy when standing up
- backache
- heartburn
- constipation (imagine 5 months of constipation)
- dark patches on the skin
- nosebleeds

and that's only what i know from not reading! (Its my pregnancy thats making me a moaner.)

My Newest Adventure

Sorry its been so long since I've written on here, its not that I've had nothing to say, but more that i don't know how to say it. Since Xss and I have now travelled the world, and survived, we are a stronger team than ever. This October marks 10 years since we met and started sending carefully planned invites through comedically worded texts to each other resulting in copious amounts of snogging. Over this decade we have entwined with each other and shaped ourselves along the way (something that used to make me binge all night with fear, but when you are here and equally committed its not so bad).

Ok, enough gushing, but having got this base firmly established we feel that we are ready to start our family. Our next big adventure. So now world travelling has been replaced with baby making; temporarily. I am now 11 weeks pregnant, and full of anxiety for the future. Am i going to turn into someone who puts babies in blue nappies being delivered by storks all over my blog? Am i going to talk about breast feeding and cracked nipples to the cashier at Morrison's? Will i think my music taste will make my child demonic and ban all talent and apathy from my home!

Well, for the moment i have turned into a tired, burping machine. I feel like i can complain about the negative side effects of pregnancy as next time, I'll have to suck it up and get on with it, because I'll already have another child who wont patiently listen. But this time- well why not be accurate with my experiences, i know there is a club i am joining which says there are certain things you shouldn't share with the uninitiated (or unpregnated here) but well I'm not willing to prescribe to the 'isn't pregnancy wonderful and noble' image just yet. I am so tired i have to nap for half an hour after work each day, this has seriously curbed my going out behaviour, but luckily the timing coincided with several friends getting serious about their boys and wanting to be home more too. I only feel sick when i am tired or hungry, which is almost all the time i am awake. 'People' say this will be over soon, so I'm riding each day out sitting on the sofa burping and being fed by Xss, concentrating on not being sick. Glowing- i think not.

P.S Spinster keep this under your hat until i've finished applying for my SW training course