The Peak of Pregnancy

It's so nearly the summer holidays! yey! sorry to all those people that means nothing to. If it makes you feel any better I could refer to it as unpaid leave. I've had a lot of work this term so I'm looking forward to a nice rest. Here are some things I have helped children make this term:

This is a mural of children from different eras  (designed by the children painted by me)

This toucan


















This gluey slippy horrible mess.

I've also of course been continuing with making baby Jones. (To see my pregnancy comedy click here )

I think I've reached the peak of pregnancy ie I'm obviously pregnant rather than fat, I'm not sick and I'm not a whale. It's now big enough to kick me (but in a lovely way.) I had a freaky dream about it last night... I dreamt my belly button was actually a hole to my womb and baby Jones (who was a boy in this dream) got both his feet stuck in the hole so I could see his feet. That's the second dream I've had where it was a boy and Dan has also had a dream it's a boy.

My bump has been meeting the bump that will be his or her cousin:

(That's a duckling who also wants to be part of the family by the way.)

And also the bump that may one day become his or her spouse if me and Bex get our way:

We have a bit of house news... we're not buying the shop which I blogged about a while back. Sorry, it would have been cool but for a similar price we're (hopefully) buying a real house with things like heating and a garden and a place to park. I know it's so conventional. It's a new build in Toxtheth near our friends Steph and Nic they are hoping to move in in December and we are hoping to move in about June. We could have been next door neighbours but we selfishly picked a plot with a bigger garden instead, sorry guys. 

The final thing I would like to share, is that this week Dan offered to make me a pasta carbonara meal and was so tired that he managed to serve up just the sauce. It wasn't until it was on the table and I said "where's the pasta?" that he realised he was missing a vital ingredient. Aww bless him he had cycled 86 miles that day (for fun) what kind of nutter does that?! Don't worry though Dan you're not as crazy as the person who asked to use our microwave because their tumble dryer wasn't doing a good job of defrosting a packet of frozen mince.