R.C. Anderson
Big, Floppy Boppins
February 20th 2007 03:50
I'm sitting here at my computer after stuffing my face with way too many pancakes and thinking to myself that there's only 3 months left to go.
Three months
and I'll be a proud (and probably extremely tired) mother of three little terrors instead of two.
Time has flown.
I'm now officially into my third (and final) trimester of pregnancy and everything seems to be going very smoothly. The baby is an active little bugger at times, doing somersaults in my uterus and playing soccer with my bladder. Sometimes I still marvel at the feeling of this tiny person poking and prodding at me from the inside (while one of my other special little people pokes and prods me from the outside usually my son).
Poking and prodding isn't the only thing he has taken to doing either. On Sunday my husband and I had a sleep-in, not getting up until we were desperate for a morning coffee. When he came back into the bedroom with our coffees, hubby brought two others with him, namely Bug 1 (daughter) and Bug 2 (son).
Bug 2 promptly snuggled into bed with us (almost spilling my coffee with his flailing feet) and placed his hands firmly on my pyjama-clad breasts 'look at your big, floppy boppins, mummy,' he stated, bumping my breast painfully up and down, 'big, floppy boppins.'
Well, needless to say, my husband was giggling so hard that he almost spilt his own coffee and, encouraged by the reaction his little show of affection had created, Bug 2 gave my 'boppins' another hard shove 'big, floppy boppins, mummy,' he murmured happily.
Put that little incident together with my daughter's offer to 'measure around your fat belly, mummy,' with a ten metre tape measure and Bug 2 politely pointing out that I am getting really, really fat when I stepped out of the shower this morning, and you can see why being pregnant with two young children isn't always the most complimentary of times.
But there have been times of pure, unadulterated joy for both of my Bugs, like the time when they put their hands on my belly and felt the baby move for the first time. I honestly believe that up until that point, my son actually thought that I was lying about having a baby in my tummy and that, in reality, my swelling belly was due to mummy going a little overboard with the chocolate.
When I placed his hand gently on my body and he felt the unmistakeable, sudden movement from within, his little face lit up. 'Is that the baby, mummy?' he whispered excitedly, totally overawed when I confirmed that it was indeed the baby moving.
I'm tired, emotional and bad-tempered at times. I don't sleep well at night and have an obsession with cleaning the kitchen sink until it shines for some reason I love the bubbles created by the copious amounts of washing-up liquid I use to clean it. Thinking back, I'm positive I had a similar obsession when pregnant with my daughter another subtle hint, maybe, that another girl is on the way.
Thankfully, I don't have obsessions about any other type of cleaning it's too early in the pregnancy to go through the nesting instinct and, anyway, why change the habits of a lifetime.
I have to go down and feed the blood-suckers tomorrow, having yet more blood tests and they wonder why anaemia is a problem in women. Too many vampires around, that's what I say. I'm sure Bug 2 will accompany me and stand enthralled beside me while the vampire in a white coat takes more of my precious red liquid, dripping blood from her fangs while she does so.
Just three months to go exciting times are just around the corner once I get the birth out of the way, anyway.
Three months
and I'll be a proud (and probably extremely tired) mother of three little terrors instead of two.
Time has flown.
I'm now officially into my third (and final) trimester of pregnancy and everything seems to be going very smoothly. The baby is an active little bugger at times, doing somersaults in my uterus and playing soccer with my bladder. Sometimes I still marvel at the feeling of this tiny person poking and prodding at me from the inside (while one of my other special little people pokes and prods me from the outside usually my son).
Poking and prodding isn't the only thing he has taken to doing either. On Sunday my husband and I had a sleep-in, not getting up until we were desperate for a morning coffee. When he came back into the bedroom with our coffees, hubby brought two others with him, namely Bug 1 (daughter) and Bug 2 (son).
Bug 2 promptly snuggled into bed with us (almost spilling my coffee with his flailing feet) and placed his hands firmly on my pyjama-clad breasts 'look at your big, floppy boppins, mummy,' he stated, bumping my breast painfully up and down, 'big, floppy boppins.'
Well, needless to say, my husband was giggling so hard that he almost spilt his own coffee and, encouraged by the reaction his little show of affection had created, Bug 2 gave my 'boppins' another hard shove 'big, floppy boppins, mummy,' he murmured happily.
Put that little incident together with my daughter's offer to 'measure around your fat belly, mummy,' with a ten metre tape measure and Bug 2 politely pointing out that I am getting really, really fat when I stepped out of the shower this morning, and you can see why being pregnant with two young children isn't always the most complimentary of times.
But there have been times of pure, unadulterated joy for both of my Bugs, like the time when they put their hands on my belly and felt the baby move for the first time. I honestly believe that up until that point, my son actually thought that I was lying about having a baby in my tummy and that, in reality, my swelling belly was due to mummy going a little overboard with the chocolate.
When I placed his hand gently on my body and he felt the unmistakeable, sudden movement from within, his little face lit up. 'Is that the baby, mummy?' he whispered excitedly, totally overawed when I confirmed that it was indeed the baby moving.
I'm tired, emotional and bad-tempered at times. I don't sleep well at night and have an obsession with cleaning the kitchen sink until it shines for some reason I love the bubbles created by the copious amounts of washing-up liquid I use to clean it. Thinking back, I'm positive I had a similar obsession when pregnant with my daughter another subtle hint, maybe, that another girl is on the way.
Thankfully, I don't have obsessions about any other type of cleaning it's too early in the pregnancy to go through the nesting instinct and, anyway, why change the habits of a lifetime.
I have to go down and feed the blood-suckers tomorrow, having yet more blood tests and they wonder why anaemia is a problem in women. Too many vampires around, that's what I say. I'm sure Bug 2 will accompany me and stand enthralled beside me while the vampire in a white coat takes more of my precious red liquid, dripping blood from her fangs while she does so.
Just three months to go exciting times are just around the corner once I get the birth out of the way, anyway.
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Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
...practically pregnant in every way...and perfect too.
Hello my Cara...
This time, I composed myself before I started typing the comment...and as soon as I saw the new post notification, I put aside my cup of coffee.
What can I say Cara?
This is hysterically funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And only 3 months left....Little Blogette will enter the world...and hopefully the kitchen sink won't have been rubbed away...
I'm so happy to 'see' you...Orble is not the same without you and Cherry...
much love my Donii sis
Dusk
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Pregnancy has given me an excuse to be soooo lazy. I must admit, though, I've missed the writing (but not enough to make me get up off my big, floppy boppins and do more of it, obviously).
I know what you mean about Cherry ... I've missed her too.
Thankyou, my dear friend, for being the first one over here again and leaving your kind comments. I notice that I've been neglecting my rugby education so I must head over to your place and take a peek at the latest.
With love to you too, my dear Dusk.
Cara. xxxx
P.S. It's very frustrating, you know, all the rubbing in the world with a sponge scourer still doesn't get my daughter's paint stain off the kitchen sink. I never realised children's paints were made to last so long.
Comment by Portsmouth
Hope the vampires don't take too much of your precious red liquid.
Lots of love as always from Pompey xxxxxxxxx
PS Freddie and the boys did us proud!
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
Now there's a pick up line
Ah, boys, they always know what to say.
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Hang on ... you're not supposed to pick on the pregnant woman ... are you?
I will be writing to you soon, I promise!
A. xxxx
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
It's funny you should say that ... after my lovely little Bug came out with that line I told him that he'd never get a girlfriend saying things like that.
In all honesty, though, I really don't think he cared.
Little boys are definitely good at one-liners ... and not always flattering either.
A. xx
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Hope you're taking care of yourself
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Oh yes, little boys open their mouths and out spews something totally uncomplimentary every time. Unfortunately he wasn't the only one who found it funny ... my husband has a lot to answer for too.
I'm resting a lot (pregnancy is a great excuse for an afternoon sleep) and have a lovely family who do their best to help me take care of myself too.
Thanks for asking and thanks for stopping by.
A.
Comment by Candice
What a comment! It had me in stitches. Don't forget to remind your son of it as he gets older - you'll get your revenge then!
I hope the rest of your pregnancy goes well! Now you're in the third trimester you have a great excuse to do absolutely nothing - except scrub that sink. I still remember cleaning out all the kitchen cupboards when I went through my 'nesting' stage.
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Oh yes, I will definitely be reminding him of this in years to come. Sometimes I think it's worth writing some of his comments down, just to make sure I don't forget the 'juicier' ones!
Doing absolutely nothing sounds like an excellent idea, as long as I can keep myself primed with an unlimited supply of tea and coffee I'll be happy ... I'm not sure the kitchen sink will last that long though. At this rate I'll have rubbed a big hole in the stainless steel by the time the baby has come.
A.