Nearly 15 weeks into this baby-making business, and I still can't quite imagine my life with another child. Darren is going away lots with work, he was away all last week (only coming home to annoy me on the weekend) and left this morning until Friday. It's just me and the boys, and it's all a bit much while I'm growing #4. I've never been so tired, I have an enormous belly that HURTS all the time. It's so sensitive and achy. Everything else aches too.
Where will I find the time to fit the new one in? I think I'll be breastfeeding while I am walking to school.
I know that I've been spoilt by having my mum so readily available, and her working full-time is a big adjustment for me (and her, hence her actually considering retirement, but for how long is any one's guess). My life is one big sook.
Added to all of this is the fact that my house is falling apart around me! We knew that moving into a 30 year old, unrenovated house was going to require some work, but this poor old this is not used to three active boys. Among other little, trifling things, the middle rail of the banister has fallen off (due, in no small part, to having little feet climbing on it all day). I am just waiting for someone to plunge off the side of the stairs. It's come in quite useful to the boys and they just jump through it instead of climbing to the bottom!
My oven also died. I am a HUGE baker. I adore it. The kids are starting to really like eating my cooking (finally) and just as I was starting to find some yummy recipes for school lunchboxes, my five cent oven from eBay gives up the ghost. It did it in a dramatic way, befitting it's final exit, by creating a huge flare and then quietly smouldering into death. I think it's time to spend some money and get a new kitchen. A kitchen, however, necessitates removing a wall, replacing floor coverings, repairing roofs...not straight forward at all!