And just when it was getting a little bit easier...

...Sean started making noises about number 3. He'll say it was me, but really it was all his idea. Christmas festive spirit plus alcohol also had a part to play. Seventeen weeks later and I have to start blogging again, or risk accusations from number 3 about favouritism and not being as excited as the first time around. Today I got down the maternity box and must admit to feeling a litte bit excited. Its like a whole new wardrobe! So there's another bun in the oven, this time just the one (thank God, the saints, Buddha, Allah, any Wican goddesses that might have had an influence, the Universe in general and all other deities not mentioned here). I'm working on the assumption that these aforementioned deities wouldn't dare give me anything other than an very easy baby (good sleeper, good eater, placid) and the whole thing will be a breeze...surely? I'll try not to make comparisons when number 3 arives, but so far the main differences are that I was sicker than I've ever been in my whole life from weeks 6 to 14 and that I still don't have much of a bump. Maybe I'll be one of those women with a nice tidy bump and still have a spring in my step by the end of it, as opposed to the beached whale-look I turned into last time. I'll also have to change my blog name. "Keeraweera and the monsters" comes to mind, but maybe "Keeraweera and the twins and the placid angel", though a little long, might work better.