A Day in the Life

All in all, a good day. I didn't get to sleep until long after 4 am, due to pregnancy insomnia, indigestion, and pre-scan nerves (the sudden conviction that the baby isn't there, or has died, or something). So I slept until noon. I woke up when the front door opened; Rob and Linnea were coming back from the park.

Then we went into town and I had a smoothie from Fuel, a new stand in the shopping centre, with banana, strawberry, toasted oats, apple juice, and sorbet. Linnea likes "special juice".

I must must must start making my own smoothies. It's not like we're low on fruit to put into them.

I had a nice time wearing my new top from H&M and my long-lost maternity jeans, which were on my wardrobe rail in with all the stuff that doesn't fit from before I got pregnant with Linnea. huh. I'm also wearing a pair of Bridgedale hiking socks, which have great arch support, which is lovely when pregnant. I felt comfortable and well-dressed, something that doesn't happen very often these days.

We found a shop selling relatively cheap novelty wellies for adults, so I can get some of those when spring comes and the puddles start appearing properly. We bought lots of antacids for my late-night chewing pleasure. We came home via a friend's house, but there was no-one in, so we called on someone else instead. And the first friends had gone to visit the second friends, calling in on us first, but there was no-one in.

Then we came home and Rob cooked a spaghetti bolognese, and while it was cooking he prepped a cottage pie, and then we ate dinner, and after dinner we had the cake he made yesterday. I was able to cook plain vegetables yesterday without heaving, so I expect the rest of the week will go fairly easily; it's all dishes where the veg-prep can happen, then I can add the meat and run away while it cooks. Because we're back to normal now, after all!

I want to find a site that will give me all the Freeview Digital TV listings in a "Now and next" format. I don't seem able to manage the Radio Times website satisfactorily, and nor can Rob.

But today I feel very alive, very awake, very able.

And very full of yummy food.

My evil masterplan is working out fiiiiiiiine

This evening, Rob said to Linnea, "Go and get Mammy, it's time for dinner." She came in to the library and plucked at my hands and said "Come out, come out!" until I followed her. We had dinner.

Later, she and I were eating cornflakes out of a cup while Rob was in the kitchen. We finished the cupful and I said "Linnea, go and ask Daddy for more flakes," to see what would happen.

She went to the gate in the kitchen doorway and said "More flakes, more flakes!" until he brought the flakes out.

Breakfast in bed is just a matter of time. Ahahahahahahaha! *rubs hands*