Watermelons, Porridge and Meatloaf

Just look at the size of me.

Not seen me lady garden in weeks.............

I carried a watermelon?

I am in my third and final trimester and look like I'm carrying a watermelon. Bit like Baby from Dirty Dancing, although she carried a watermelon with graceful stature and got to snog Sir Patrick of Swayze.

I get to carry a watermelon and then push it out through an opening the size of a grape (ok, I've had two kids, it's not the size of a grape...)

Despite resembling Pavarotti's lovechild, I am loving this pregnancy. I love the way my nails are growing like weeds, my hair is thick and long (although straw-like due to living on the south coast) and my skin's not looking too bad either. When I've given birth, my hair will fall out and leave little merkins all over the house, my skin will go back to being rubbish and my nails will be bitten down to stubs as I brace myself for more sleepless nights.

What I am not loving is that the baby is lying on a nerve as of last week and causing a bit of sciatica. It has bypassed my back, fortunately, but is affecting my leg from the knee down to the ankle. I am therefore a little limpy. A bit cowboy like. A bit like I've either got a bad case of piles (and let's not even touch on that subject) or have just had a little accident. My gait is not sexy and I can't sashay. But then do I really want to be a sexy sashayer? Not a jot.

And as for my boobs. Good lord, they're already big enough to feed 500 children. Believe me, the milky bras are on me. I can say no more.

So, in other news, the kids started back at school. The Prince started school for the first time ever.  I only blubbed a bit on the way home.

They start their day with porridge.....

...and the morning papers

This is not a set up pic either! They do look at the papers. I've got to monitor what the Princess reads though...

He already has a new BFF called Vinnie and had a great first week.

Love the walk to school. How cute do they look?

Sadly there were wobbles this morning when he arrived in the classroom as it was a longer session including lunch and he doesn't "do lunch" apparently and he wants to come home and eat with me.

So from tomorrow at the teacher's request, I also have to rock up to have a packed lunch with 30 four and five year-olds to gradually ease the poor kid in. Not quite my idea of lunch out but the Prince is my favourite little chap on earth so I will do whatever helps him. I shall not eat a Cheese String though. I'm not that good a mum. It's a bit like Meatloaf. I would do anything for love, but I won't do that.......

After his first morning, he went swimming in the sea with the Husband on the last hot day.

Husband's beard is making him look like the man in the Joy of Sex 70s book. I may have to have words soon.

I merely basted

I've been in Ladybird heaven after finding a second hand book shop that had four shelves PILED high with them.

Look what I found!

Oh it's nearly Friday. We have fun planned for this weekend and I can't wait.