Yay!
After a half dozen updates to say how horribly sick I am, it is nice to be able to write down some positive non-vomity things for a change.
N00b is much bigger now, and spends the greater part of most mornings aerobicizing. This sensation continues to be pleasant and reassuring to me, in spite of the fact that it involves giving my internal organs a light pummel. Both Vince and I have now met the local midwives and found them all to be lovely non-scary people that we would happily invite into our home even if it were not medically necessary, which is nice.
This weekend I was asked to go and help my mum-in-law to prepare some rag rugs for a hands-on demonstration one of her WI friends is making at the Cheshire Show. I have mad skills with a rug hook which is not something that comes in useful very often, so I was happy to lend a hand and make up some samples to put on the stall to show what various methods are supposed to look like. It's also awesome to visit the in-laws because much like when I visit my own parents, I get massively spoiled. I get to sit in the big comfy chair and be brought tea and cake. It is second only to the awesomeness of being looked after by my own mum, and I enjoy it immensely.
I have so far managed to hook up a passable pastoral scene in which a large saddleback pig stares out of the canvas in bucolic contentment. Production is only interrupted whenever I forgetfully lean the frame on the convenient expanse of belly, stretched out in front of me at just the right height. N00b resents being used as an occasional table and will lash out violently at anything I stick on there.
Vince appears to have been galvanized by the imminence of my maternity leave which is now a mere three weeks away, and he has started sorting things out. He even attempted some DIY this weekend without any prompting at all. The plumbers that will be replacing our antiquated bathrooms are arriving in a fortnight, and all of the paint and curtains for the nursery are now purchased and waiting only for such time as we have sugar-soaped the walls into submission. We still need to tidy the house to within an inch of its life to fit baby things into it and remove the more obvious hazards, but we have at least begun the onslaught.