Paper
Last week was our paper wedding anniversary and my lovely husband whisked me away for a surprise weekend in Somerset where we visited a paper mill amongst other adventures. I am so lucky to have such a lovely husband!
The farm we stayed on was really pretty and the staff were fabulous. So much so I am willing to plug them here as they deserve it, if anyone wishes to book a weekend away in Somerset here is the place to stay.
My lovely mummy only helped to make the weekend better with a gorgeous delivery of flowers in our wedding colours whilst we were there. How spoilt I have been!
The baby continues to bake nicely after a recent scare and trip to the hospital. We are off for our 4d scan on Sunday, with both grandmothers in tow, I am really looking forward to it, although these things scare me rigid in case they find something wrong. She is booting away in there, and letting me know what she likes and doesn't like. This last term saw me interviewing for a replacement whilst I am off work, which was a very odd feeling. I am used to interviewing, just not for my own job! I don't give up my children easily at the best of times, but handing them over to someone else is going to be so hard, even someone I trust as much as I trust my replacement and even when it is for something so positive.
But still, when our baby arrives these changes will seem like the smallest of things I am sure. I can't wait to meet her but at the same time I know how much I will miss our secret conversations as she fidgets in the middle of the night. It is hard to remember a time when she wasn't there. Which is most peculiar seeing as she has only been there for 28 weeks but it seems like she has been a part of me forever. I think of her constantly, and talk to her all the time. I am never alone but always have her with me and I really think I will miss that when she arrives. However, I can not wait to meet her and see if she has my colour hair, or Nick's eyes, to discover if she is as much of a minx as she appears to be every time someone tries to monitor her heartbeat. I want to to find out if she has her mother's tenacity and her father's creativity. I have so many questions and there is so much about her that I want to know. I have never been the most patient of people and I am torn between wanting her to stay safe and warm in here forever and wanting to meet her and find the answers to all of my questions.
We are getting more prepared for her arrival, it seems like weeks away still, yet there is no time to get everything ready. The builders are in sorting the walls and the end of the week will bring a brand new bathroom. Her room is 'in progress' and the hallway is stacked with furniture ready for assembly. I am living in a building site and it is all pretty scary. The poor cats don't know what is going on!
Anyway, my feet are cold and I need my slippers...
