FTB: Father-to-be

17 02 2014

It has been pointed out to me that in my current condition it is no longer appropriate to refer to my wonderful husband as FFOMC (future father of my children) as he is in actual fact the father of the little boy growing in my tummy.

As such I have revised the acronym that I have come to love.

He will henceforth be know – at least until May 2014 – as FTB: father-to-be.

The man himself is hard at work preparing our home for our new arrival and I am getting twitchy being unable to help as much as I would like to. Little Lumpy will be so lucky to have this wonderful man in his life.

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Lumpy’s bedtime song updated

16 01 2014

It was bothering me somewhat that I had only written the beginning of Lumpy’s bedtime song – so in classic OCD mode I have agonised about it until I gave up and had to create the ending 🙂

A productive way of spending my evening when I have so many other much more pressing matters to attend to!

Who tells the best bedtime stories Little Lumpy?

That would have to be your Mum.

Dad tries his best but he can’t do all the voices,

For sound effects, Mummy makes all the best choices!

So, who tells the best bedtime stories Little Lumpy?

That would have to be your Mum.

For a sense of drama and terrific ad libbed plots,

Just ask for your Mum you know she’ll pull out all the stops.

So, who tells the best bedtime stories Little Lumpy?

That would have to be your Mum.





This made me cry

2 01 2014

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Head, shoulders, knees and toes

27 12 2013

head shoulders knees and toes

It would appear that Lumpy has discovered his arms and elbows.

This evening, the plan was to have a relaxing night on the sofa, snuggled up with FFOMC in front of the season finale of series 5 of Sons of Anarchy. However these plans were rudely interrupted by the persistent Mexican wave effect across my stomach as my wriggly child stretched and flexed his newly formed limbs. Dad-to-be grinned and gushed as his son rewarded him with kicks galore while I writhed and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position in which to lie.

It is reassuring that little Lumpy is such an active little being and is clearly having a whale of a time as he discovers new and interesting ways of manipulating his little body inside Mummy’s tummy. But if he took take a moment to acclimatise himself to his surroundings and be a little more aware of say avoiding my bladder for example and stay within certain “zones” I would be most grateful and a lot more comfortable.

 





“And onto them a son was given”

25 12 2013

Master Lumpy

 Master Lumpy 2As some of you may know FFOMC and I recently had our 20 week scan. Although we both wanted to know the gender of our baby, we decided to keep it a secret until Christmas Day as a special present.

 

The wait has driven us both crazy, but it was well worth it when we received the amazing news this morning that we will be having:

A BABY SON.

Very appropriate for Christmas and the best present ever.

Mum and Dad-to-be are delighted with our little one affectionately known as Lumpy for the time being. He got more presents than we did and is already a much loved and treasured addition to our wee family.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year – 2014 will certainly ring in the changes for us 🙂





Baubles, bangles and beads

24 12 2013

special mum and dad

This time last year as I spent the evening with FFOMC I couldnt wait for Christmas morning.

As is our tradition we start the day by opening our Christmas stockings in bed, usually at an unreasonably early hour despite the absense of children in our home.

I was particularly excited about a small gift nestled in the toe of his stocking – a last minute purchase inspired by one of FFOMC’s weaker moments following a work party. He had come home tipsy and bleary eyed and for some reason a little emotional about the worry that we would never have a family of our own. I reassured him that although I wasn’t ready to start a family that second in time, I did want to be the mother of his children.

The next day on a last minute shopping trip I discovered the Christmas bauble pictured above. It doubles as a money box and reads:

“Merry Christmas to a Special Mum and Dad”

I wrapped it carefully and attached a tag with the following words written on it:

“This gift is only little, but it’s special in a way,

It’s a promise of the future that I’ll spend with you one day.

For now you just protect it & fill it up with me,

And maybe this time next year it can hang upon our tree.

You’ll need to make the nice list so you better not be bad,

And by this time of next year you could be a special Dad.”

At the time I wrote these words I had no immediate plans to become a parent but low and behold, one year later I am once again excited on Christmas Eve, but this year our special Christmas bauble is hanging on the tree and we are anxious to open a card which will reveal whether we are expecting a little boy or a little girl.

FFOMC will indeed make a wonderful father and no doubt this time next year we will be filled with all the excitement experienced by all new parents about to spend their first Christmas with their first child.

Happy Christmas everyone!





Ripples

24 11 2013

ripples

A nice bubble bath is a great way of relaxing on a Sunday evening and tonight was no exception.

I was wallowing in my soapy heaven and admiring my rounded tummy as I hummed the theme tune to Dangermouse.

As I am currently 17 weeks pregnant my tummy is rounding nicely and it was above the level of the soap suds with a little pool of water collected in my belly button. I was about to get out and dry off when I noticed ripples in this little pool of water. It was a few moments before I realised that the ripples where bouncing in a regular rhythm – Lumpy’s little heartbeat.

My own heart skipped a beat at this wonderful reminder of the little person growing inside me. It continues to amaze me that some people don’t believe in miracles.