More home trip II pics - go figure disorganised captions

Who dares tease Hope?
Lyn-dah, mama of 2



Cheryl, erm, the virgin mother. Not in that way but in a newbie way.

The EX-perts. The CBL rejectors, save for one patient suffering soul...

The 3 musketeers.

Hotch potch of home trip II pics

Like doing time

I haven't been more sick. Pay back time? Maybe. My first was a breeze and I mean it. I'd never felt more invigorated and alive. Like I was glowing the entire time. There was no suffering of any sort whatsoever. And viola! what a bouncy bundle of sunshine he turned out to be too!

My second was a tad painful. She turned out to be a beautiful girl so I figured that was the cost of having a precious baby girl.

Painful is an understatement for this one. I loathe to wake up. I loathe to sleep (coz I can't!). I'm sooo nauseous, soooo generally unwell, dizzy, grumpy (I'm dying to type "pissy" though. There, did it.) and sooo lethargic ALL the time that I feel I'm seriously doing time this time.

If this is another girl, she'd better be one helluva chick!

Ok. Lousy joke. I'm bad. This is a blessing. How can I even complain?

But this is it, I believe. My body's winding down. I can't have more than this. Not that it's within my control completely of course. But, please (ask and ye shall receive, right?), help me through this and double please, help me through the 1.5 years of sleepless nights, and triple please, help me manage 3 bravely and sanely, and quad please, erm...perhaps no more after this?

I mustered enough energy to do this entry and now I feel drained. I wouldn't joke on my last ounce of energy.

Like Magic

Our troop is growing. My heart pounded, albeit less loudly than for the 2 earlier birds, when "reveal" disclosed the truth. I even made my sister buy the test kit for me in the hope she'd buy an expired one or absolutely complicated one so no one could decipher the results. I imagined that my creative streak revived purely from simple coincidence - that my parents' Perth home needed more paintings on the walls....Even when my Man announced, unprovoked, one fine sunny day in Perth that "I think I need a bwother!", I balked all of half a second before brushing it off as childish folly.

But I was off-colour for like 3 weeks prior and couldn't stuff my face with local delight as planned so I was getting a tad peeved at my poor performance after having spent a bomb on return flights.

The scan this morning confirmed what "reveal" told. I'm so happy. Now. It's super scary but who could ask for anything different? My main Man's still scared shit. But he'll be over it soon - I mean, after I've delivered and he's been kept up too many nights in a row to remember his name or how many children he's fathered :).

Our troop's growing through the blessing of God :)

Who could ask for any different?

Boobboobsaurus

Met up withMelissa and Jordan just. It was comfy, nice - anything but calm though with 3 kids messing about. When Jordan burst out crying in protest to Kyra's and Gareth's playful taunts, Melissa explained that her baby's only a "Grumpysaurus" and that it's alright. Of course that prompted more playful tickling taunts coz "His mommy says it's ok!". Needless to say, I denied approval on that basis. Not that that meant refraint on their part. Sometimes, I think my children are daft. Smart kids listen to their mothers. Or do they? I only get more confused.

Anyway, on the MRT, Melissa asked what type of dinosaur she'd be if Jordan's a Grumpysaurus. Nursing her bub in full view of Gareth guaranteed her this sweet nickname! Ask and ye shall receive! ;p