Willy Wonka Wigs

That's Greg's Scattergories answer he gave for Something that is Black and expected 3 points for. We gave him the thumbs down but were willing to give him one point for "wigs" but he had a tantrum and wouldn't play anymore. Were we fair? I really don't know anymore. He's carried on so much about it since, I'm starting to doubt.

Well I turned 35 since I posted last. I'm a total old bag now (I just hope Greg doesn't catch on. On second thoughts, being pregnant, I'm just as much a total horn bag and he'd be mad to trade me in considering the X-rated treatment he's been receiving! I've morphed in to a complete porn star.)

Nick threw me a birthday party on Saturday night, so we had a weekend of family and friends and heaps and heaps of food!! We parked our caravan down there for the night. We towed it there the really, really long way so we could watch everyone we passed gaulking at it in amazement (well, that's how I interpreted their looks). And then Greg spent half the night taking all the relies for a grand tour (the whole two metres of it). It was cool fun. We had a fire and played Scattergories. Everyone bought me chocolates, (you'd be surprised how much respect you can get from teachers when you start handing around ferrero rochers at the staff meeting) and gave me wads of money - my Uncle Barry baked his generous donation into a loaf of bread! Greg even had some fire crackers, which nearly gave Grandad, who'd already gone off to bed, a heart attack, poor ole boy! Mum looked after all the kids at my place. Except for Anakin who partied the hardest in his spiderman costume with his new spiderman knik-kniks pulled up on the outside as superheroes do, entertaining everyone with his "moonwalk". (He's going through a very timely Michael Jackson phase and spends half the time either serenading people with "Smooth Criminal" or pretending he's a Michael Jackson poster by standing frozen in a weird pose.)

Anyway last weekend was awesome too.. We spent most of Sunday out at Dad and Di's. Greg and Dad had a few beers and tinkered around with one of the golf buggies until it was fixed. And I lit this humongous bonfire that was mostly covered with green stuff that only I could have ever got going without fuel.... Skilled. I know. I swear my belly grew heaps that day. The heat from tending the fire made it swell up like yeasty bread dough! That's how I baked up Anakin so good - I had so many bonfires to light after Cyclone Larry! And Saturday I took off nice and early all on my own. I had breakfast with my Grandad and caught up with my great uncle Dick. And then drove up to Cairns to shop for Anakins birthday presents. I was joined by my girlfriend and we both had a very gratifying splurge. I ended up buying Anakin that gorgeous wooden kitchen from Target. (I bought last seasons, because the colours where heaps more suitable for a boy and it came with all the dishes included unlike the new one which is mostly pink and your expected to buy the dishes separate. I got them to reduce the price for me coz it was from last year and the box was a bit shattered. So it was the one I wanted anyway AND a bargain.) He wants to be a "Cooker" too! And I got him one of those hero helmets that I think he's going to pee his pants over! Again I bloody searched high and low for one on spesh coz basically I'm opposed to paying full price for things. His favourite question lately (besides "Mum are we eating moo-moo?", "Are we eating maa-maa?" and ""Do we eat boc boc bagark!!) is, "What's under my skin?" So I bought him a well illustrated book on the human body and one about Australian birds too. He's right into his nursery rhymes and non-fictions that kid. Not so much the story type boy (except for Hairy Maclary of course).

I'm getting Braxton Hicks contractions really bad nowadays. A couple of nights ago I had them ALL NIGHT! And usually once a day I get heart palpitations too. Kinda makes me fall in a bit of a heap for a few minutes. Tomorrow I'm going for my first anti-natal appointment. I'm expecting them to book me in for my 20 week scan then, for the following week. Greg's still debating as to whether he wants to know the gender or not and I'm figuring I'll just have to go along with whatever he decides. But I'm hoping he'll take pity on me and ask to find out!!!! We think we're having another boy and have another cool "A" name picked out for him. And if it's a girl I think she'll be "Frances" because all the other cool names I love like "Columbine" and "Abra" he totally loathes.

Anyway I need to stretch out my belly on the couch for a bit so as Miss Bea Haven would say "Mas later bitches".