eight things

Um, ok. Perhaps I was a bit too enthusiastic about the whole I've-got-loads-of-energy-now thing. More like I can make it through the day no problem, but forget it if you expect me to move my increasingly whale-like body after about 8.00pm. A while ago, Happy Loves Rosie tagged me for the eight things meme that's doing the rounds at the moment. I already did the seven things one not long ago, so I thought I might be cheeky and list eight things I'd forgotten about being pregnant. As a flimsy segue (pregnancy-babies-pictures of baby things), the photo at the top is a bib I made a while back to send with a monkey to Di for her cyber baby shower. 1. The clumsiness - if it can be dropped, I will drop it. (Makes sewing fun!) 2. It's a long way down to pick up all those dropped things/clean up toys, etc. 3. I keep forgetting to make allowances for my belly as I move about, and continute to bump it into doorways and drop things onto it (see no.1). 4. Nesting. I lie awake at night mentally rearranging the household furniture, and repainting walls. It's more than an interest (though I do love doing both of those things) - when I'm pregnant, the desire to get the house ready becomes an absolute imperative. 5. I love dressing for pregnancy. 6. Er, I don't really enjoy it when people pat my belly. 7. The forgetfulness. In turns frustrating and bizarre. I led Audrey on a wild goose chase though city streets last week looking for a bus stop after reading the directions only an hour before. 8. Feeling those early little flutters and kicks. Just wonderful.