Tomorrow we are going for our 20 week scan. I am a little apprehensive. We have to take Laurie and Mol due to a lack of babysitters. 2 kids + 2 hrs in the car + rather fractious over tired parents = a whole day of fun. I don't think we're going to find out what it is, but we will have to wait until we're there. I don't mind. Although, I said that with Mol, didn't find out and then spent the next 20 weeks neurotically scanning the web for old wives tests. All of which said girl, bar one, which hedged its bets.
Unlike poor Hamlet, life is pretty good here. I see his 'outragous fortune' and only offer in comparison the trials of pushing a semi naked boy (after a 'tree wee' incident)on a bike whilst balancing a scooter and a toddler on my shoulders (midwife would not have been happy): Which is more rather awkward/uncomfortable than tragic. However, 'to sleep perchance to dream, theres the rub'...indeed my friend, if only! I have just entered the less known 'cant sleep,need to pee,can't get comfortable trimester'. Something not helped by Mol having a melt down, Bitey Cat trying to chase Nice but Dim around the bed, and Mr A having night terrors. Yawn, better luck tonight.
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