Just over two weeks ago Ross and I discovered we are adding another little one to our family.  I am six weeks pregnant.  Hoora-aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

This, as I am sure you can imagine, is exciting and scary at the same time.

Exciting because, well, I can’t wait to have another tiny baby.  I can’t wait to breastfeed again, I can’t wait to babywear again, I can’t wait to be a new mum again (lack of sleep and that ooooch ouch moment when you first sit down included).  Scary because, we’re in the middle of trying to relocate from London to Southampton (with little luck at the moment), and the clock is now ticking on our time here in London (and that tick is only going to get louder and louder).  Oh, and the fact that I will have TWO little children to care for.  But this was always The Plan, and we are ridiculously excited.

And so far it’s been vastly different to last time.

I feel sick.  So sick, in fact, that Tuesday evening was spent hugging the toilet whilst dry heaving.  Glam it is not, but I am hoping and hoping that the hormones are strong and this little embryo sticks tight.  My nausea seems to be triggered by the heat so I’m trying (and failing) to keep myself cool.  I didn’t get sick until thirteen weeks in with Ruby-Roo, and infact, I didn’t really feel pregnant at all, until my second trimester.  This time my body is not my own, even now, and don’t I know it?!

And I’m tired.  I really don’t remember feeling so knackered until the third trimester when I was busy growing the Roo.  But it gets to a point in the day where I feel wiped out.  Like I’ve literally got no energy left.  I have to flop on my sofa and pop a DVD in for my busy toddlergirl, whilst I grab a quick snooze.

But sickness and lethargy aside I’m quite enjoying it, and making the most of Ruby-Roo whilst I only have her to cuddle.

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