Telling the mother....

So my mother doesn't actually know I'm pregnant. To be fair, nobody really does! It's funny how much this pregnancy differs from the first! Last time I was shouting it from the roof... This time I'm even more frightened of telling my mother I'm having another one. After countless warnings and threats to not have another child for at least ten years. Oops! Though to be fair, I didn't actually plan to have another for at least like... three years.

I may have begged OH for a baby when I saw pictures of Facebook of pretty newborns... and joked about a small age gap...

BUT I WASN'T BLOODY SERIOUS!

But that's the way the cookie crumbles. And I'm very happy about Beany.

In fact, I got my NT scan date through, and I'm pretty buzzed. Except I'm already 9 weeks pregnant... And I haven't even told my own mother. Because she's going to shout at me.

Am I really mature enough to have two kids if I'm worried about my mother telling me off?

On the other hand, BB has got over the god-awful virus that made him a demon child. He's been STTN (despite now waking at 6.30 am like he has a bloody alarm clock) and he's less whingy. Still snotty though, and seems to have developed a liking for wiping his nose on my clothes or in my hair - nice huh? Yummy.

Thinking about hiding until Beany is here...
xxx