Sunday, July 31, 2005

The Yellow One Bites the Dust

I just thought I'd do my civic duty and inform everyone that after my touching, nay, heartwarming last entry, Matilda has decided that since she's so welcome, she might as well stay in her warm, cozy confines a bit longer. Just to let you know, when tomorrow that cute (annoying) little ticker on Matilda's page starts claiming I have given birth, I haven't. When I do, you'll be the first to know. Slight overstatement, but still, you can be confident I'll keep you in the loop.
Anyway, tomorrow is my due date. This past week, I've been feeling more uncomfortable that I have all pregnancy... Not fed-up, just plain big and difficult to maneuvre. Like, if I want to get up from the sofa, I have to slowly move my bum to the edge of the seat, lean forward, pause and give myself a mental pep-talk (you can do this!) get up, THEN straighten my back, pause and mentally congratulate myself, collect my willpower, start walking... You get the picture. NOT that I'm complaining. I'm honestly not, I'm still reasonably comfortable, and it's totally worth it... I'm just recording this for posterity. I'll need SOMETHING to guilt-trip Matilda when she's going through her terrible teens, after all. I've also been losing globs of my mucus plug. For those of you who don't know what this is, it's this nice, well, piece of snot, that acts like a cork all pregnancy and seals the opening of the cervix. Here, aren't you glad you asked now? I'd post a picture, but you'll think I'm disgusting. Anyway, what this hopefully means is that my cervix is getting less tight, and Matilda should be making an appearance in the not too distant future.

So, without further ado, here is *fingers crossed* PROBABLY the last installment in the Belly Hall of Fame. The Belly at 40 weeks. Sorry about the fuzzy quality, it's the booze (naaawww, just joking.)

Go on, tell me! Can you see anything different? Bigger? Lower? Spot any neon signs saying "Coming Soon"? I didn't think so, but it was worth a try...

Our other news are that last week, our car died. Only a couple of weeks since we had it MOT-ed too... Stupid car would have saved us £200 if it just died a few weeks earlier! Luckily, one of Peter's colleagues at work was selling his car, so we bought that one (a Ford Escort.) It has more mileage than we were hoping for, but he's had it from new and has given it regular services, so it should last us for a few years, until we need a van to fit the Brood (Ah, isn't that a nice word?)
We also had a revelation and remembered all the Debenhams vouchers we got as wedding presents... We combined them and added a little bit, and bought a cam-corder so we can tape Matilda and send footage to the family in Greece. So far, we've got a LOT of footage of the cat, as if that would surprise anyone.

Well, since I don't have any exciting
baby news, I'll talk about our cat (again.)

Isn't he cute? I can't believe how big he's gotten... When we first got him, he looked like this:

This is Pete's sock wrapped around him, by the way. Awwww... This was back when he wanted to be around us so badly that if we wanted to leave him alone for any stretch of time, we had to get him to sleep, and then stick a freshly worn sock under his nose, so he wouldn't notice we weren't around.

Now he's all big and independent (almost!) Peter has managed to teach him how to play fetch, so that if you get his toy and throw it for him, he'll pick it up in his mouth and pad over to you, and wait for you to throw it again. Even better, sometimes he starts the game himself. He'll bring his toy over to you, place it at your feet and stare at you until you get the hint and throw it.

Last night Peter and I decided to play a game of Scrabble. Not as simple as you'd think - Squeak (Domino the cat, for the uninitiated) obviously thought the tiles were great fun, so eventually the best we could do was to take a picture of the scrabble board with the digital camera every few rounds, so we could set it up again if he jumped on it. It was a LOOOOONG game, let me tell you! (Peter won, if you were wondering.)

And, most enjoyably, I've finally managed to locate a stuffed toy at a charity shop that I don't mind Domino disembowelling. If you don't remember, he's taken to climbing ANYWHERE to gain access to my stuffed toys, throw them down and carry them away downstairs, where he has a fight with them -the bully! I LIKE my stuffed toys. I brought them all the way from Greece. They have cool names like Rupert, Baa the Sheep, Clifford and Mr Posslethweight, and I've been collecting them until the mature age of, well, last year. So I was on the look-out for a toy he'd be allowed to play with... The problem was that every time I spotted anything vaguely suitable, I thought it looked nice and I wouldn't want him to destroy it... Finally, last week I discovered a nice little yellow Pikachu doll at a charity shop, and now we have the pleasure of watching Pikachu being pounced on, bitten, thrown around and carried by his ears by a cat approximately the same size as he. It's so nice... I feel like I'm making a stand. I'm sure some of you will sympathise!

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