So anyway, theoretically Marmaduke could be here in as soon as two weeks time and no longer than 4 weeks.
Damn this boy needs a name!
I am increasingly uncomfortable, kicks huuurt and the Braxton Hicks are getting painful and more frequent despite copious amounts of water. I'm doing very little, walking even less and when I'm not weepily hormonal I can't quite get my head into gear to do much. I'm trying to eat small portions but sometimes failing because I'm starving. Followed by vicious trapped wind and/or vomiting which leaves my belly even more sore and uncomfortable... moan moan moan... etc etc.
And I wouldn't trade a single blinking moment of it for the world.
I'm getting fearful.
I'm getting excited.
The family crib is in da house.
Goodness I am SO ready for this boy to be here and SO unprepared for life-with-baby that it's jangling up my head something silly!
On the other hand.
My Dad, me and my bridesmaid Jessica (Ray's... now my niece)
Ray and his best man
My Dad and Jess waiting while I fill in forms
I sort of had to drag my Dad down the short aisle!
Gazing in adoration at hubby to be.
The registrar who conducted our ceremony.
A motley crew
Family (mostly Ray's!)
Me and him
Holy schmoly I look like a heffalump with my enormoMarmabump!
The biggest chocolate cake I have ever had the privilege of meeting! 1 foot square.
It was delicious although I was plying folks with packages of the thing to take home or else I would be living on it until Marmaduke got here... hmmm... and oh the cup cakes! I wish I could have sent you all some!