A few weeks ago, I stood up after eating a very filling dinner followed by a very filling pudding and the conversation that followed went a bit like this…
Me: Corrr, Look at the size of my belly!
Dexter: What have you got in there?
Me: All that yummy food we just ate.
Dexter: Noooo, Silly! It’s a baby like Paisley, ’cause I want another baby like Paisley.
Me: Oh, do you now? Thats nice.
Laughing at the comment with Liam for a little while, we thought no more of it… Until a few nights later, I laid down in bed and was laying on my front and it just didn’t feel comfortable.
I decided to do a test just really to quiet the question in my head. We weren’t trying… but we also weren’t trying very hard not to so there was a possibility, I guess. Number 3 was on the cards and in the plans, we just hadn’t really sat down and discussed when.
So anyway, I was expecting the test to say no and you sort of watch the dye go along the indicator and at first it didn’t leave a mark so I got up, flushed, washed my hands etc, whatever as you do while it was still doing its thing and then looked again and there were two lines! I wasn’t really expecting it so I sort of just looked at it for a while. Then I laughed like an incredibly insane person… because thats what I am now, right? Two under 2? Three under 5? Yep, absolutely bloody barmy!
3 kids? What? Where are they gunna sleep? They won’t fit in the car so that’ll have to be replaced. Oh and now we’ll definitely need a new buggy!
So errmm.. Yeah, I’m pregnant. In the words of Britney, “Oops, we did it again”
I think I need to just stop joining slimming world or going on diets because a baby seems to turn up every time a loose a bit of weight!
Oh, and if anyone has any recommendations on cars that easily fit 3 car seats in the back or a double buggy suitable for a newborn and a toddler, I’d love to know!