A Week at Home

It has now been a week since we brought our little guy home from hospital, a week of adjusting to life as a five, of learning the best way to get everyone up, fed and dressed in the morning, and how to settle everyone at night as practically as possible.  Going from two to three children feels like a much bigger jump than from one to two and I am far from organised, but I know we will get there.

This week I have learnt the true value of Peppa Pig - I am not sure I would be able to leave the house every morning without her occupying the biggest two whilst I feed the baby and get dressed.

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10 Weeks to go (ish)

Well I guess it could be anything up to 12 weeks really, but 30 weeks pregnant means I have approximately 10 weeks left to go until we meet our baby Pretzel.

I am not known for being organised, and with two boys already, we have nearly everything we need, but I am not prepared in the slightest for the arrival of our third baby boy.  Whilst other mums seem to be packing hospital bags and writing birth plans, I am living in denial that our little guy could be here soon.  I am so excited to have him in my arms, to meet the person I have been carrying for so long, but I am in no rush to give up my bump, or the hand to child ratio which works so well for us.

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