To the farm and back

Driving back into the big city after a week on The Farm with the boyos felt well,...quite good really. I must be settling in. It helped having a great night out planned - Dinner at Uncle Changs with Narelle and Julian followed by hilarious musical comedy starring the fabulously talented Pip Drinkwater. Nothing like time with old friends.

We had a blast at the farm, the boys are exhausted after playing with the cousins (believe me, there are 24 of them in the region so its hard. core. fun.) I realised how cooped up they have been over the last few weeks hanging out with old glum mum with a queasy tum. Note to self - must drag rapidly expanding arse of couch and do more high energy STUFF! Watch this space.

This pregnancy is starting to tick along nicely, just hit 19 weeks, or 18, or 20. Funny how it all goes mushy in my brain. I'm having a bit of movement that may or may not be more exciting than gas, although would like to have more (more baby kicks, that is, not wind. My cup runneth over in that department!). I can't remember what the boys were like - activity wise - at this stage, but I know later on they were all go go go - always up for a uter-race around the uterus. Lovely hubby suggested perhaps this one is a girl who might be more into sitting around reading a book at the library. I'll take it as a positive, although I know he actually means i.e. more like its mother than those two rockets who like to make pretend parachutes and launch off the furniture.