Up the Duff

Yep, um hi, I'm back. And I've got a good reason for neglecting you for the past few months. I could barely raise myself from the couch. No no please don't laugh it's true and the reason is cause I am up the duff sorry I mean pregnant.

Don't you just love that saying, 'Up the Duff'? I've been wanting to use it to tell all our friends but keep forgetting.

Anyway it's all terribley exciting and we're thrilled.

So while I haven't been crafting and blogging I've been snoozing up a storm. There's been:

• extreme tiredness
  
• extreme face stuffing and
  
• extreme baby secret keeping (there's been a few suspicious peeps about - rightly so when you're #1 drinking buddies both give up the booze and coffee)
• much putting up of feet
  

So instead of crafting I have developed a comprehensive understanding (is that possible) of the latest comings and goings of Neighbours, Home and Away and Desperate Housewives (shame shame shame), feel free to email me if you need a plot update (or don't cause I already feel embarrassed enough).

But with the sudden announcement of my second trimester (we thought we were still in week 12 but the ultrasound told us otherwise) I am flushed with the arrival of a small stereotypical bout of 2nd trimester energy and over the easter break have accomplished:

• hours and hours of phone calls,
  
• many outings with friends and the ultrasound pic
• knitting of the back of my very own cardigan and
  
• a monster clean up of the spare room

All while making some eyelashes and keeping a second heart pumping deep down inside my belly (or so my preggas book tells me). Yay me.

So um yeah there you have it. The whole thing is out of this world weird - there's like a small depandant being growing inside me and we saw it moving at the ultrasound the other day.

Hey I just realised it's 10pm - the latest I've stayed up in ages. Hilarious. Also hilarious is how I've lost count of how many weekends in a row we've now stayed at home and watched the West Wing (which I love) instead of being drunk at the pub until 3am. The times they are a changing.

So, Kel - I'm sorry if this is where you're reading this first - I REALLY wanted to speak to you on the phone and tell you myself. And Bel, now you know why I completely ignored your joking question about me being pregnant, couldn't exactly say no could I?!

PS I have a craft list as long as my arm - but not the baby's arm cause that's quite short at the moment.
PPS So does my Mum and all my crafty grrls. This will be a well crafted for bub.