Up, Up And Awwwaaaaayyyyy.

It's a bird, a plane, no its....

PEANUT!!!!

Yes, that's right.

I'm flying.  We'll we're actually jetting off.  I can't fly though I do a mean backstroke.

The jetsetter that I am is going to Melbourne to say "G'day to the relos" (that last bit is Aussie language).

Mum's got a doctors certificate to say we can go.

I think mum is a little nervous.  Not about flying but about how I'm going to behave.  It is a long flight (approx 25 hours) in uncomfortable seating with all those people.

I, on the other hand, am extremely excited.  All those new sounds and introductions to my family. 

OHHHHH.

I guess for mum's sake I'll behave.  Mmmmm, maybe I wont. 

Oh, I love being unpredictable.  ;-)

It's a ... Peanut.

That's right.  I've been asked to do a naked photo session. 

I know, I know.  So young and asked for such a revealing expose of me is well, shocking. 

It's not for art.  Thank goodness.

Apparently, the reason is to see if I'm a boy or a girl. 

Yep, that's right.  At such a young stage they are going to label me.

Yet my fans are asking and unlike lady Ga Ga ambiguity isn't making me more alluring.

Though I have to admit it, it was fun trying to allude the camera to persevere my modesty.

Finally they did succeed.

The result is that according to the stenographer I am a...

BOY!

It's not that my parents don't believe the professionals but they like to keep an open mind.  To this end they've told people but have put a caveate on this knowledge i.e. stenographers have been mistaken before.  They really don't mind either way but don't want others to get their hopes up.

The reaction to this news by our friends and family has been one of excitment.  Though one set of friends informed us that they were going to 'buy pink clothes no matter what as they didn't want to stereo type the kid'.

Mum's reaction to this was to encourage them to as she will dress me up in it anyway.

I personally think this might be her revenge on me because I wouldn't let her eat any chocolate. 

Well, they say you can choose your friends but not your family.  :)

So Simple A Child Could Do It!

Mum and dad decided to get some of the major pieces - Cot and Pram. 

Both were billed as the most 'user friendly', 'lightest' and 'compact', etc. in all the reviews.

This sounds super except both items came unassembled.  

Oh yeah!  Let the fun begin!

Now it would've helped if the travel cot had instructions because despite their DIY ability their nous was obviously lacking in this area. 

For instance, they put the base down but couldn't get the sides to lock.  After several different attempts they finally went online to locate a set of instructions.

Apparently, they needed to lock the sides first then the base. 

Oh.  So obvious!

Then there was the pram.

Yes, things continued along the same vein.  Especially since they discovered that there were two bits which didn't seem to fit anywhere.

It was only later that they discovered that this were additions for the removable seat. 


The seat had not been sent so dad had to call the firm and ask for it.

Baby Brain?

Today mum made a complete fool of herself.

How? (Or should that be - What now?)

Today she couldn't quite remember names.

This is nothing unusual, however....

She told Person 1 that Girl A was pregnant when it was Girl B. Person 1 then went up to Girl A and asked when it was due.

Now, I must say that in her defence:
- Girl A looks like Girl B,
- Girl A and Girl B are extremely similar (in looks and height, etc),
- Girl A and Girl B sit next to each other,  and
- Girl A and Girl B do a similar job.

This however, caused hysterics around the office once word got out.
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Mum was told that loosing your mind was not (according to recent newspaper articles) down to pregnancy so she is now very concerned.
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Peanut strikes again!!

What To Wear?

Now every woman is famously quoted as saying 'I have nothing to wear!' at least once in their lives. Mum appears to be no exception.

In this case, its down to me. That's right; I've made enough of an impact on her waist line that she cannot fit into any of her clothes. Even her t-shirts don't fit! And, its only week 15.

Mum has begun, grudgingly, to pack away all her current clothes and resigned herself to the fact that she will need to go shopping for those stretchy pants.
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Now for a lot of women this would be the ultimate excuse to get the plastic and go mad. Mum is not most women. Its not that she doesn't want to shop but its the choice of clothing.

'Maternity Wear' conges up horrible images of the horrid plaid tents of the 70's.

So far the shopping experience for mum has been a mixed bag. There have been some nice tops but the majority of dresses and slacks/jeans have been really disgusting and BIG (in the weirdest of places).

Oh well, I'm sure she'll find something soon or things could get chilly.

THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG

That's right folks the world now knows that the Peanut exists. 

Mum was overwhelmed by the clucking and cooing once she announced that I was here.  That was of course after everyone got over the shock.

Apparently, mum forgot to bring my first photo (the 12 week scan). Everyone was disappointed but were appeased when she agreed to bring this in on Monday.

I am famous!   :) 

Who Ate All The Pies?

I'm growing and I need more room so I've taken to expanding mum's stomach.

At this point no one at work knows I exist so mum's expanding waistline has been politely ignored.  The English have pointedly not mentioned fat, food, etc.  However, it is becoming noticeable that they are avoiding the topic. 

Now people come in all shapes and sizes so many are frightened to say 'Are you pregnant?' just in case the person is fat.  However, those that know mum have also avoided any topic related to fat, diet, food, etc.

I know what they are thinking - Who ate all the pies at Christmas lunch?  Or should we say all the chocolates, cakes, puddings, etc.

But we are in on the secret.  ;-)