Early Sunday Morning

All ready now

We've entered Scoripio, turned back the clock and come 5:30 am, Tara climbs out of bed, stares at me and declares: "Mummy, I need a wee-wee. There's no light." (Read: 'Mother, get up, switch the light on and come with me.') "And after that I want pancakes for breakfast and watch Charlie and Lola." (Read: Forget about going back to bed after toilet support duty.)
Cruel. Especially since on a regular week day, when I need her up by 7:30, I can often barely get her up for 8am, and certainly not without a long snuggly sleepy cuddle. But here's the beauty of it: We got an extra 3 hours to the day rather than just one, and that was plenty of time to finish sorting the bedroom out, hoover the house, do three loads of washing, put summer clothes into storage and put baby clothes size 3 months up away; time for shopping for/with Tara (clothes), groceries, gifts, and more baby stuff; and after all that: still plenty of time to visit the tea room I've been meaning to go to visit for the last 1 1/2 years (part of my bucket list - my Thanet bucket list anyway) for coffee, double helpings of cake and a little late-pregnancy photo session, with plenty time for Tara to charm everyone in that tea room by chatting happily with the lady owner and performing "Bah Bah Black Sheep" for all the old dears present. We'll be back, and we'll be recognised. Ah, my face and my motherly heart glowed with pride! What a lovely day!

Family of three...

Busy busy then, getting ready; and that was only today. Tomorrow, while I'm enjoying my first weekday on maternity leave, I have plans for a dinner cooked from scratch, some cake baking, car/home/life insurance investigating, scheduling of play dates for the week ahead, assembling of labour music play list, and some more washing.
There must be some sort of connection between this unexpected shocking surge of energy and the beginning of my year-long maternity leave (holidays, yay!). Or maybe it is Leo's continued descent into the birthing regions - suddenly I can breath again, the horrid heart burn is nearly gone, and the idea of keeping this pregnancy lark up for another two weeks or so suddenly seems rather appealing, actually. How things can change in a day!
With that in mind: I'll see whether tomorrow I'll be a domestic goddess, whether I'll just lie in bed and feed the family ready made pizza, or whether I'll be busy having a baby (with an improvised or no music play list). It'll be a nice day either way.

... going on FOUR

And now I'm going to have a muffin or two, fold three loads of washing and wrap presents.