I weighed myself. I am 16 pounds up. 2 pounds over my target (doc only wants 1 pound a week coz I am a fatty). I was pretty shocked but my friend C put me right! I am sitting here my pants undone and my boobs growing by the moment. I have the glow and I love it all. Even my huge arse.
Wow, 6 months. I think I shall have a little celebration for the monkeys tomorrow. Take my team out for lunch or something. I guess this means I have 3 months to go. I am 14 weeks to my 38th week. My heart just did a flip-flop! I know I should be terrified of the sleepless nights, the problems, the screaming and all that. But really, I am so excited. I am totally freakin' psyched. I will have tons of help (night nurse, mothers help and a nanny when I go to work). I don't care if they scream and cry. I don't care if they puke all over me all the time. I just want to hold them, to be their mum. I want my kids in my arms safe and sound.