Mister Jim Writes

My Dad appears to be getting increasingly excited about the new arrival.

To: Ellie
From: Dad
Subject: Where's my baybbeeeeeeeeeeee??????????????

Mum has lost the scan pic. Can you send it as an attachment? I think I can get jpeg and pdf. Hope you o.k.

June now eh? Here are the Test match Fixtures for June. Please arrange around these dates:

10:00 GMT | 11:00 Local
England v Sri Lanka at Lord's, 2nd Test - day 1

Sat Jun 4
10:00 GMT | 11:00 Local
England v Sri Lanka at Lord's, 2nd Test - day 2
- West Indies v India at Port of Spain, Only T20I

Sun Jun 5
10:00 GMT | 11:00 Local
England v Sri Lanka at Lord's, 2nd Test - day 3

[Continues for several pages]

Thu Jun 30
09:45 GMT | 10:45 Local
England Women v New Zealand Women at Derby, Women's One-Day Series in England

Much Love Daggggghhhhhhddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!n xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I might be shocked and dismayed by the emphasis Dad is placing on a sports tournament versus a huge life-changing event, if I hadn't last year received a similar email titled "Great news about wedddinge!!!!!" containing a list of all the World Cup fixtures.

The Littlest Hobbo

Today was the 12-week scan. Turns out it's actually in there! And it's got a head and everything!

The scan was very exciting, and initially terrifying.

"Mrs Hobbo?" said the nurse who called me in from the waiting room. (I've shortened Pete's surname for the purposes of this blog. I didn't actually marry a man called Hobbo.)

"Yes," I said.

"Ah, hello. Now then, it says here you're having twins?"

"WHAT?"

The nurse looked back down at her clipboard. "Ah, ha ha, no, probably some kind of misunderstanding."

She led me into the doctor's room. "Ah, Mrs Hobbo," he said.

"Hello," I replied.

"Now then. I see you're having twins?"

"WHAT???" I said. "First I've heard of it. You tell me, DOCTOR."

"Ah, ha ha, no, probably some kind of paperwork error," said the doctor.

Really looking forward to going through the most dangerous, painful and important medical procedure of my life with these people at my side.

Anyway, it turns out there is in fact just the one baby in there. He or she (no, we don't know and yes, we're pretending not to care) is doing fine.

The doctor gave us a due date of 24^th June. Though judging by the twins thing this baby could be born any time between Easter and the Olympics.

Dressage

Still a week to go until the 12-week scan. I can't wait till I can tell people about the baby and explain the new pot belly I'm sporting isn't there because I've been eating three pork pies and several Marmite cheesy bites between every meal (I have).

Getting ready for the Lilleys' wedding party tonight was quite traumatic. Most of my cute, tight cocktail dresses now make me look like a burst cocktail sausage.

I tried on each one in turn, parading them in front of Pete, demanding that he be honest and throwing a strop when he was.

Eventually we found a winner. "Yes, that's the one!" said Pete, as I twirled around in the black chiffon number. "That dress doesn't make you look pregnant, just fat!"

Some other words were then exchanged.

Reminds me of the other day, when I was gratefully complimenting Pete on how lovely he's been when it comes to looking after me and making sure I have everything I need.

"Well, I know that as long as you're warm, fed and and not in any distress, you're fine," said Pete. "It's a bit like having a horse, really."

Pregnant Women Are Smug

This is my new favourite video.