Just a ramble.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

My hair is beginning to forget what a brush looks like and I have toothpaste on my face.  The toothpaste is marginally more attractive than the crater it's assassinating.  My thighs have doubled more than the dough i'm contemplating making will ever rise, as they bulge like mutant black sausages out of my fleece lined leggings.  My arse looks pregnant.  I could strike a match on my leg stubble and my eyebrows are walking off my face.  I'be been in bed all morning yet i'm still knackered.  The ancient v-shaped pillow has been between my legs more times in the last week (thank you oh pain that is SPD, already.) than the poor deprived Husband has been all year.  It's okay though, he has a beard and he opened my Maltesers, breaking trust like that is hard to repair.  Granted he bought me flowers, but forgiveness isn't cheap.

I stood in front of my full length mirror this morning idly analysing whether the thin film of dust upon it makes the reflection more flattering.  It doesn't.  Nothing could.  From a distance, I look pregnant.  Far more pregnant than I am yet up close I know the secret, the apparent bump is wobbly flubber.  Yes, I ate all the pies ( & everything else that comes within 5 miles of my mouth)  Oh and orange juice in the eye hurts more than jizz ever did.

I'm 98% convinced that Moomin is a boy, we even have most of his name decided yet in a mild panic this morning I randomly leafed through the name book my mum used from the 70s adding to the list of girl names that all feel suspiciously wrong and that we'll never use anyway because, you know, it's a boy.

I'm marginally obsessing about the room rejigging that needs to be done and huge unaffordable purchases that need to be made such as bed and mattresses and other bedroom furniture.  Lets not forget paint.  Then I remember that August is ages away (conveniently forgetting that all this need to be done by June at the latest) and eat some chocolate instead.  And some crisps.  And a pizza... or two.

I'm getting The Guilts about how little I actually do with The Spawn so am contemplating the go-to activity of baking which means a) I don't have to leave the house and b) It's edible. At least in Summer and in the full swing of spring we have some remnants of a garden they can play in and they can play outside yet in this miserable weather it's colouring and television.

Oh to be one of those spiffingly good fun mothers, you know, the ones that have motivation.

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