A Good Day

I've just put Ben to bed. As he was settling down I whispered, it's been a good day today, hasn't it? And it'll be a good day tomorrow too. Ben stopped and looked at me and said, Ben dream about.... daddy. I said, call I tell daddy? That would make daddy so happy to know you were going to dream about him! And Ben said, tell daddy, Ben dream about daddy. :)

He wouldn't say goodnight to Steve before. Just wanted mummy, was tired and wanted mummy. But once he'd settled down he remembered he still loved his daddy :)

He's also going to dream about mummy, Gran and Aunty Joan, Ede, and Ede's mummy and daddy (this was prompted by a memory of them changing Ede's nappy last sunday at church, it would seem!), and his blue drums, and the red drums (the ones at church), and trains. Two trains.

And then he gave me a big cuddle, had some juice, and fell asleep.

Bedtimes like that are an absolute tonic, they really are.


But today really has been a good day. I gave up trying to be "good" this morning and had potato waffles for breakfast instead of the malties I was trying to eat. (Ben ate them for me instead.) I remember during the last pregnancy I practically lived on weetos and hash browns. At different times of day, but that was my staple diet. Then it was off to band practice, and I survived that ok! Home again and oven on immediately. More waffles, and fishfingers, and Ben had some as well this time. He stole mine on Friday and I wasn't chancing a repeat of that. Then, because I was feeling good after that, I also had a trifle that I found in the fridge, and a fairly big mug of decaf mocha which went down a treat. The weak orange squash is still very acceptable. And then, because my stomach finally realised it was quite quite full, and my brain started getting sleepy as a result, I took myself off to bed for a nap. Ben joined me presently and I think we slept over two hours. When he woke up he and Steve went off to the shops and I did the most sensible thing and stayed in bed, quite happily. They came back with icecreams (which we've forgotten to eat and will have tomorrow instead) and microwave pizza and oven cook pizza and ravioli and bananas and chilli. Hurrah! Easy food. Eatable food. I've never enjoyed a microwave pizza as much as I did today. They are forgiven.

So good. Eat lunch, go to bed, get up, eat dinner. How good is that?! There are benefits to being pregnant :)

So, I've not felt so sick today at all. The travel-sickness wristbands and the waffles and the prayer are doing a good job. I might investigate acupuncture more next week, a lot of people have told me how good it is. I have no doubt that it works, I just need to get my head around the mysticism really and be able to disconnect myself from that. How to balance something I know works, with my Christian faith. The Chinese seem to have really got onto something with acupuncture. It's fascinating. Science is trying to understand it, but science is a long way off really. It thinks it's understood the basic theory of how it works, but not why it has such long term effects.

Anyway, that's a job for next week. Got to get through tomorrow first, 8.30am at church, pack down finishes 1pm. Playing bass again. I suppose I ought to make sure I can stomach bananas before relying on them tomorrow.

Tell you what though, tidying up really takes it out of you.

Bath and bed for me.

G'night blipland :)