Oh yes there are what seems to be about eight small frog-like aliens living in my torso and they are moving about in an obscene manner, so that people at the supermarket (should they be so inclined) can see the lumps and contortions and I can press the lumps and they go away only to reappear in another part of the girthy gut. I like this part. And today I have donned red frock, red shoes, tamed the fluffy hair and ventured out in a whirlwind of spooky unaccounted-for energy. And baked a spelt loaf, slow-roasted some NZ lamb for the kids, roasted potatoes, given them cornish ice cream and tidied up, and it is only 5.55pm. The only bit of bad news are my enormous feet/ankles/toes/entire length of leg. Which would be ok but I am going out for dinner at Hereford Rd, principally notable for the sometime fabulous clientele, like Jake Gyllenhaal (of course I spelt that wrong). And I am sure Other Equally Exciting Famous people, but I cannot think who. So I have to
a) find something to wear that fits/makes me look like I have not given up yet (ha! snort! sigh…)
b) tame/camoflage the angry, roaring cankles
c) walk there, in mid-heels.
That is my challenge for the evening. As is putting kids to bed without yelling too much. The baby (who, for the record, is Officially No Longer a Baby but a Noisy Tantruming Toddler who can say ‘hello’ in four languages) is fond of getting out of his big boy bed and going into the toilet and playing with the toilet brush. His most wicked effort yet has been to come out into the lounge and surprise his dad with a swift and hearty thrust of said toilet brush into Mark’s forehead. It was funny, after. So Mark is off doing some Man’s Work and I am puffily here, fully embracing the Christmas DVD’s that my mum and dad sent the kids for Christmas (arrived today, thanks Royal Mail for your efficiency).
Here is a Noah Bat running along our street.
Apparently, in September, my Noah Bat is going to be going to school. This news reached me today, and I feel quite good and quite sick about it, all at the same time. There may be some real benefits in having your children one after the other in manner of members of religious sect.
In other news, I have found a lovely mink coat at the second-hand shop. It is excellent, definitely fierce, slightly mental-old-lady with white face powder and odd-urine smell, but it could be the way forward. But it is £125. Not chump change, fellas. And this is all on the back of the Browns sale, which was completely insane – they chucked out a lot of stock for £100 – my new Kinder jacket, for example, was once for sale at the marvellously OTT price of £925 – now hanging in my wardrobe for £100, which is like, 85% less or sommat (maths fails me routinely). The fact that it is dip-dyed fluoro yellow and grey tweed is a blog topic for another day, however.
Right, I have to go get some children clean. Onwards and upwards!
Baked a spelt loaf?? Snap! I hope one of the languages Noah can say hello in is Maori! Great about school, though September feels a long way away. Mind you, you have a lot happening between now and then so perchance it will pass quickly. All this energy must be the pre labour buzz. Is your bag packed? Can we expect tweets about progress?! 🙂
New bursts of energy from nearly due pregnant woman………keep us posted.
It’s great when you push bits in and they come back out somewhere else. So not long then!
Wow – you sound like you are getting ready to have this baby soon!
I think our family gets looked at like we are from some weird religious sect… hey wait… we are! Just kidding.
One of my kids loved playing with the toilet brust – but the worst moment was when I found them cleaning their duvet on the bed with it… poor Mark!
Love it Jodi. Reading this makes me miss you so much! You are so funny, so smart, so PREGNANT!! I am dying to know the gender and name…