...or a hell of a lot less...
Jeez, this kid is so low-slung now, it's like someone put a watermelon in a sock and flopped it down near my hips.
He spent a lot of time not moving today which as you would expect FREAKED ME OUT somewhat, then he proceeded to push on something excruciatingly sensitiveso ok. You're still there.
More practice contractions almost convinced me that things might be happening but went away after about half an hour.
You'll have to forgive these entries. They're somewhat one tracked.
Nora meanwhile met her old friend Alex in the playground and I spent the time yakking to his Dad, whilst the kids talked to each other, gave each other kisses and talked about "My friend Nora" and vice versa. I think that fate may be telling us something - I fully intend to set up a playdate for next Tuesday. Alex is a lovely kid. Very articulate and good natured. The two of them stood in total awe at a tractor slowly making its way across the common with a weird attachment with an undulating load of thick spikes poking a regular seriss of holes in the soil = presumably to improve draining / aerate everything in time for the growing season. God knows.
Also, I wanted to tell Owen just how much Nora loves "Mr Lunch". I mean we're talking, she adores Mr Lunch. We wre reading "Mr Lunch takes a plane ride" with her and then she found we also had "Free Lunch" and she thinks that's the best thing EVER. Mr Lunch for those that don't know, is the brainchild of J Otto Seibold and Vivian Walsh, who do funky retro flavoured Mac only illustrated books full of bizarre characters and which are genuinely sold in art shops since they're so well designed.
It's reminded me that as well as my original Mr Lunch t-shirt, I also have a CD Rom of "Bubblesoap", a truly bizarre but absolutely brilliant collection of madness including a thing that turns your keyboard in to a thing with different sounds and animations. Now Nora's really getting to know her way about the keyboard and how to spell Mummy / Daddy type derivatives, Bubblesoap is nearly within her age range.
Anyway. YAWN. I really have to go to bed. Idiot.
Posted by cait at March 14, 2006 11:49 PM