Driving, wife and The Child

Well hello there! No I havn't forgotten about you(eh, stop talking to yourself Laura) it's been a busy few days, between going to England, coming home and moving I've been kept on my toes! This is going to be a ramble post, if you don't like them. Then job on!

I'm living alone now, with The Child, and The Dog. It's lonely, I feel myself going mental with the lack of human/adult conversation!

I had a widwife(i always wanted a wife!) appointment on Tuesday, not looking the greatest. Concerned about the lack of amniotic fluid, if things look worse next week I'll be kept in. Need less to say, I had a face like a slapped arse when I went home. Having twins is a tricky business, plus of previous complications it hasn't been the easiest of things to do. Really looking forward to them coming, just not too early. After having The Child at 27 weeks, it's not something I want to experience again.

I had my first driving lesson today, yes I'm learning to drive at the age of 25, Shup and leave me alone! The Child went with her daddy, and I got a call after to say she was crawling. I'm absolutely gutted after all my hard work trying to get to crawl, I spent hours on the ground, even doing baby yoga with her. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled she's crawling but he did nothing with her and I just feel this is what the future is going to be like. Missing out on milestones because my children will be with him.

Now, that's my pregnant, upset, tears streaming down my face rant. I couldn't even try to be funny. I'm going to eat my body weight in food, any food.

Lots love, L
Xxxxx