I seem to always start my entries nowadays with "Wow, I'm sorry I'm neglecting you LJ, I've been busy..." and this entry is going to start that way as well. :)
I thought I'd have more time to myself, but when I'm not sleeping (I thought the sleepiness was going to wear off after around 13 weeks, but apparently not for me) it's pretty hectic here.
At the moment me and James are in Holloway looking after my youngest sister. My step-parents went away, so we've had their flat and car (and food kitty!) to ourselves for a week and a half. The first week was pretty good, I think now however James is finding it hard to come home from work to be faced with more work in the form of having to help feed and manage a 12 year old. She's doing all the things 12 year olds do, saying she hasn't got homework when she has, faffing around in the bathroom for an HOUR doing God knows what when it's already past her bedtime (when some of us with an increasingly small bladder capacity need to get to the toilet!).
He's beginning to lose his rag with it all and thats not like him, I think he worries he's not going to come to the fathering thing naturally after the past week. I keep trying to remind him that looking after a 12 year old he's only known for a few years as opposed to his own child will be totally different. I on the other hand, apart from minor frustrations, am enjoying having some alone time with Lily, something we rarely get.
I also had my first midwife appointment last week at home, which was interesting. To be honest it was a bit of an overload of information. (The amount of gross stuff I now know. If they outlined pregnancy and labour properly to teenage girls the rate of pregnancies would nose-dive) They sat with me for two whole hours talking me through all the appointments I'm going to have to ring the hospital and make for myself during the course of the next 20 weeks. I'm sure I've forgotten half of them, but nevermind. They were incredibly nice though and reassured me that the extreme mood swings are completely natural and that the slight distance I still feel from the pregnancy is normal. They told me it wouldn't really start to be real until my bump really started to pop and I started to feel the baby moving. I'm so excited for all that, I want it now!
I'm enjoying baby shopping though, I've found the perfect nursery set and a lovely rocking chair (the one thing I really, really want for myself in all this) we saw at the weekend in John Lewis. Urgh, too much money, it was perfect though. James' mother has already hand knitted the baby two outfits, both with hats and booties and a shawl (I cried when she gave them to me, it's the hormones). I hope this doesn't mean she expects a Catholic christening.
I'm 16 weeks today and a couple of weeks into my second trimester. It feels almost like a limbo, the morning sickness has completely disappeared and the aches and pains are only occasional now, so apart from needing the toilet desperately most of the time, tiredness (but finding it more and more difficult to get comfortable in bed at night) and mood swings, I feel very unpregnant. I can feel the hardness of a bump when I push my tummy slightly, but nothing outwardly yet. I'm very impatient. I just want to meet my little person already.
Speaking of the only name we can firmly agree on at the moment is Imogen for a girl and I'm completely in love with it, maybe it's a sign that the bean is a girl. I'd like Samuel or Joshua for a boy, but James needs some convincing on them both. ;) What do you guys think of my picks?
Off to bed now as I have to get Lily up at 7am for school. She takes an hour to pick an outfit, I kid you not.
PS - Did anyone catch the final of The Apprentice tonight? I am SO ANGRY that Kristina didn't win. HE WAS A COMPLETE TWIT!