It’s been quiet in this little corner of the internet for a while and it’s gonna be quiet for a little longer.
Give or take a week we’re here, nine months. What you don’t realise, at least I didn’t, is that 40weeks is more like ten months than nine and most first pregnancies are overdue. So basically this little guy could arrive tomorrow or in a month, let’s hope for somewhere in the middle.
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Well Happy New Year everyone, hope you all had a lovely Christmas and Hogmanay. It was not surprisingly a quiet one of us this year with our little Christmas getaway and then booze free New Year. I’d have been asleep before midnight if it wasn’t for a wee scardey pup and fireworks that went off for about an hour.
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If I thought everything was getting more real at 4 Months there’s no getting away from it now. Although at the same time it all does still seem a little surreal.
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The last week has been a strange one. Starting with a funeral of someone close and ending with our 20week baby scan. That’s a mix of emotions right there.
Just like that life is changed forever. Despite being four months in it’s only now that it’s becoming real.
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This post was supposed to be up on Friday, but a combination of tiredness and sheer confusion conspired against me. Let’s just say the exit polls gave me hope, and I had tried not to get hopeful, so I stayed up till 4am watching the results come in.
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A few weeks ago we took another little trip north out of the city. This time for the Man’s birthday. Just outside of Lochgilphead you find the Kirnan Estate with three self catering cottages and a new log cabin.
I was never really happy with these photos in the original post, and not just because of the poor quality iPhone photography. Around this time last year I was really spurred into sorting out my fitness, I’d put on a bunch a weight and wasn’t happy. So much so that I bought this skirt in a size smaller as I was so determined to get myself in shape.
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