Maxwell the 2nd - And a belly slam too!

These are the first of the belly shots. I nicknamed my first bump Max, so now this one is Maxwell the 2nd. I could have sworn that my 18 week belly was the size of my former pregnancy's 6 month belly -- but I either had delusions of grandeur, or I'm surrounded by weeny tiny first time pregnant moms with their weeny tiny "oh-I'm-SOOO-big" bellies. I've compared it to my first pregnancy, and although I'm a smidge bigger than last time round, it's not a substantial difference. As RJ was taking the belly shots, Zoe insisted on pulling up her top for belly slams. Ok, I can't stand it, she's adorable. Then she started slapping my belly. Then she kissed it. I LOVE THIS GIRL. I'm hoping my little boy is just as amazing. I'm sure he will be.

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The heartburn has already kicked in.

My ribcage pain is surfacing.

I'm in for it.

In other news, we're off camping again this weekend. We're addicted!!! There's a nice camp ground down south by a coastal town called Busselton. It's about a 2.5 hour drive, but the campsite is so close to the beach, has clean bathrooms, and even a playground. Perfection. We can even bring our dog. We're not. But we could. We stuff a portacot and a double air mattress into a small tent, there's just no room for a dog the size of Big Bird. Sorry Pasha. Paws Claws and Beaks for you! (that's the kennel, I mean, hotel, she stays at for the weekend)

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How the #&BLEEP@* did he get in??

So, I was out for dinner with the girls last night. On the ride home, I had a terrifying experience. Not "someone's-in-my-house-with-a-hook-for-a-hand" terrifying, or "watching-the-ground-split-and-my-family's-on-the-other-side" terrifying. More like "first-ever-interview-for-a-really-important-job" terrifying. I was driving home late at night, when in the back window, I saw a tarantula!!! I didn't know if he was inside the car or outside, but I was thoroughly freaked. I kept telling myself "ok, he's outside, I was parked under a tree, he's just catching a lift across town". When I got home (in record time, luckily no speed traps on the way) I raced inside and got my manly brave husband to "take care of" our friend. Turns out he was indeed in the car. A huntsman spider. My first encounter. Now, huntsman spiders are not dangerous, but I live in a country with the most deadly spiders on Earth. He could have been a martial arts expert. Sporting a gun. Maybe an expert swordsman. I was wired when I got home. I mean, how did the scary beast even get in my car???? I even made RJ check the door to make sure it was locked. Otherwise, he could have slicked his way into our house!



Spider: Knock. Knock.

Me: Who is it?

Spider: Candygram.

Me: Candygram? For who?

Spider: Um, Flowers, ma'am.

Me: Hey, you're that clever spider. Go away!

Spider: Plumber.

Me: Better scram before I call the police. You're a spider that wants to eat me, I'm not letting you in.

Spider: I'm just a ladybug ma'am.

Me: Oh, well, ok then. Come on in.





Disclaimer:

The above skit is a rip-off from Saturday Night Live about a clever land shark. If you'd like to see it, goto http://www.spike.com/video/land-shark/2802070

A New Thing For Me

So, we were lucky enough to go to Coldplay on Friday night. We were originally going to babysit for a couple that were going, however, their 5 month old decided that mom and dad having a fun night out was just not alright. So, they sold us their tickets.

It's my favourite band, so I was jazzed.

But, this is a new thing for me -- I was thoroughly enjoying the concert, when, in the middle of it, I just couldn't wait. I had to go to the bathroom. Now, if you know me, you know that I have a bladder of steel. I don't leave the house to go on a vacation and have to stop 10 minutes later to check out the local gas station loo. I can go out to a movie and not have to see the scratched-graffiti-and-germ-infested washroom. When I was pregnant with Zoe, I didn't have to wake up once, twice, or omigod, three times to pee at night. Nope, nada, I was blissfully sleeping the night through. Me and my wonderful bladder. But, this was annoying -- I had to go in the middle of a 3 hour concert! What up? Very bizarre. Luckily it was a song I didn't recognize and so I didn't miss a thing. I haven't had to wake up in the middle of the night yet with this second pregnancy, but now I have a glimpse of fear. I've been STTN (sleeping through the night) now for over 10 months, I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go! A friend of mine, that is due a week apart from me, tells me how she'll get up about 3 times per night. Oh the horror! Come on, bladder, don't fail me... I'll be sleep deprived enough after baby #2 arrives... be kind. Be kind.
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