Breaking all the rules

Wayne's going to laugh.. I told him the other day that we'd keep the next bit a secret until much further down the track, ie something good to report.

But Wino wasn't the first to make this observation, and probably won't be the last, so rather than play silly buggers I might as well fess up now (and make my mother either very anxious or very happy, or perhaps a combination of both).

No, I'm not pregnant (I think?) but it's not for the lack of trying.

It's taken 20 odd (some, very odd!) years for us to be blessed with Braeden, so neither of us are expecting a second miracle, given our age and everything ;-) But if we did have a second healthy baby, we wouldn't sniff at the opportunity.

Especially if we could somehow finagle the age gap between the two to be rather small (Irish twins would be nice, ie two within a year of each other).

I might get my daughter after all.. but then again, a second son would be extremely welcome especially by his older brother!

Mates were the first ones to mention this (and got walloped.. don't mention sex to a woman who can barely sit down, let alone think about engaging in horizontal olympics!), followed by our midwife who said we had so much love to share, it seemed natural to spread it over a second baby.

So I hummed and hawed (and had a run of sleepness nights that nearly put paid to that idea prontoburger.. "TWO of these? Am I INSANE???") then finally broached the subject with the lord and master. Wayne was initially sceptical but realising that it meant that bedroom antics would resume rather soon, he soon saw things my way. (That's his excuse anyway, but I think he's got the baby bug as badly as his wife, he just doesn't want to fess up to it)

After all, it seems a shame to only get all this gear, clothing, and skills for a one time only use.

But some conditions are attached, okay?

Next time we get the Chorionic Villii sampling done at 12 weeks. We were very lucky with Braeden that he's fine, and I largely wimped out because I was so scared of needles. However (as I joked to my midwife), two epidurals, a spinal block and various drips meant I'm nowhere near as terrified of metal things inserted in me as once I was, and so I'm willing to have that test next time even if the technicians again think it's not necessary.

The other condition is that next time it's a caesarian AND while they've got me open, they can tie my tubes at the same time. A tummy tuck would also be appreciated, but I doubt they'd oblige.

Because after #2 (if IF IF there is a number 2!), that's it Curly.. there aint gonna be no mo'. (Moe.. old joke, geddit?)

Anyhoo, back to the charming little specimen we already have (and bless his cotton socks I've just got him back down to sleep while we wait for his spectacular once a day poo..)!

He passed his pediatric visit with flying colours, and CWH don't see the need to see him again unless our doc at some point that another checkup is necessary. Nothing really to be done about the upchuckies.. he'll grow out of it, and he's not exactly starving in the interim (ahh.. that would be because his parents keep topping him up whenever he asks for it post-vomit).

The belly button is quite normal, only worry about it if it fails to retract afterwards. Doesn't look like it's going to be much of an innie though, and definitely not the innie his mother's got (makes the Grand Canyon look like a drainage ditch).

And yes, we can start him on solids. (YAYYYYYYY!)

Normally they'd like us to wait until he's 4 months old, but his extrusion reflex has gone (poking of tongue at food) and he's more advanced physically than most other babies his size, and it might just help him keep his dinner down. Keep it small to start with, go slow, and watch out for a tummy ache until he's got used to the new stuff. Also only offer the solids after he's had a good feed of milk (makes sense, really). I did not know you could use breastmilk to mix the Farex, so that's even better news.

We had a really good night last night - baby in bed fast asleep by 9.30, woke at 3.01 growling (you can set your watch by this kid), back asleep by 4, woke again at 6.15 whereas his mother rolled over, noticed his eyes were still closed so went back to sleep herself until..

(nudge nudge)
"Honey, the baby's awake"
"shaddup I waz azleep no he's not gnight"
"But he's crying"
"No he's grumbling in his sleep will wake soon so in the meantime I'm sleeping so shaddUP!"
"Oh.. want to..? Oh you're asleep already. Bugger."

An hour and a bit later, Braeden woke properly with a fart and a vicious final kick at his blankies, sending the lot to the bottom of the bed, and roared his awareness of imminent starvation. One look at his mother laughing at him from above soon brought the giggles and coos back to his countenance, and the day started off with obligatory cuddles which turned into manic snarfing of Mum's pajama top when she took two seconds too long to attach the beloved leech.

And now later in the morning, the sun is shining, there's a gentle cool breeze, I've booked in two clients, the baby is still happily sleeping, and my husband has exited stage left to keep his own clients somewhat sated (but would very much have liked any chance at all to stay home and start baby #2).

It's a bloody beaut day :-)