Quarter of the way down...

So for the last few days I've been a bit sore. And being that bit sore wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't all the freaking time.  After a few quick phone calls to midwives galore, I was pointed in the direction of a Pelvic Floor Specialist who (hopefully) will be able to help me get my body back to being bearable.

It's not that I expect pregnancy to be a picnic - Gosh, second time around I know it's no picnic! But being sore all the time has lead me to be one exceptionally cranky fat cow and if you ask Groomblogger he will tell you that it's not fun to live with.

On a more crazy note - My baby boy is now 15 months old.  When I used to work in Childcare I always thought anything over 14months was toddler-ish... but to be honest I don't want him to be a toddler! I want him to stay as my baby, he's even getting hair. Oh darling boy! Why are you growing so big?!

It is wonderful getting to see him grow and all the fun things he is learning about, but I worry that soon enough he will be in a car with his 'P plates' up and he'll be off down the street without a second glance back for his poor mum :(

I need to stop worrying, I know there are many more merry moments in between then and now - The one I'm looking forward to the most is the first out-of-the-blue "I love you mummy".

And as for the wedding front. Today I received an email reminder - '18 Months til the big day'. Needless to say I kind of crapped myself at this point. When asked, I still tell people I'm not getting married for two years but I guess since Simon was lovely enough to ask me to do him the honours, a quarter of my planning time has lapsed! IT IS GONE!

Of course as you can tell I have been doing stuff but really, 18months left to finance the whole thing and make what I have in my head happen on the day?! I can see why people get so worked up about it!

Anyways, I'm going to have a small nap before I take a relaxing bath in preparation for this evenings special physio appointment. Wow, I know sounds like a hard life I lead doesn't it?

xoxo