Pruppen.

Pruppen.

I can’t for the life of me come up with a word for that in english, but that is what we’ve been calling the wee one dancing konga in my belly since day one, except for The Grapefruit, of course. But the “name” we mostly use is Pruppen.

It’s not beautiful nor a very schmexy nickname for one to have. But it’s just stuck with us.

I now fear that this will not end once the kid arrives. Poor little one will be stuck with it for awhile.

I’m very sorry kid, but your parents has doomed you with the worst nickname ever from the very beginning.

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Here’s a picture from awhile back that I posted on Instagram. The bumb is bigger now.

Baby Shower.

So yesterday I thought I was going for Easter Lunch at my parents house.
I had a stressful day at work, got home took a quick shower and didn’t bother with any makeup or nice clothes. I was annoyed with the Man because I thought he was taking way too long…also had not slept very well.

Once we arrived at my parents house I saw alot of cars that I recognized…

I had been fooled. My friends had organized a Surprise Baby Shower for me!
Apparently it had been in the making for weeks, months even. My mom was in on it and so was the Man.
It was so much fun and my bad mood evaporated. Both The Grapefruit and I got loads of presents and food and cakes that they had made.

Pure brilliance.

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April Fools.

The day of mockery and joking around.

I am not a fan.

I wont be pulling anyones leg and I sure hope noone tries to mess with me either. I’m just not a practical joke kind of girl…

Leave the “funny stuff” the the Comedians, I say.

Also. It’s snowing again. I hate snow. Man, am I negative today or what? xD

Slow Sunday.

So today has not been very productive. Even if my list of things to do isn’t exactly small… The Man and I have been taking it easy all day, one of us slightly tired from a night of drinking the other of just picking up on the other ones laziness and submitting to it xD Also; we’ve switched to Summer time and it messes with your head…
The only one in our house full with energy is The Grapefruit, it’s had a blast trying to stretch out my stomach all day xD But now it’s bed time for us all so G’Night!

Here’s a picture of the bump for you.

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65.

According to my Pregnancy App, we now have 65 Days left until the Grapefruit is expected to arrive. I’m sorry, but what?!

65 Days. That’s barely two Months. When did that happen? I’ve been walking around thinkg, pfft the due date is waay into the future, we have loads of time left before The Kid is arriving. Apparently, we do not.

It’s funny how fast time goes without you noticing. Sure The Bump has gotten bigger and The Grapefuit has been moving around int there so much that it would be impossible to ignore it but still…65 days. That’s soon. Wow.

Now I have this need to start making lists of things I should do before The Grapefruit decides to make an apparence.

The Yellow House.

We have now officially and every-damn-well-possible way moved into our Yellow House. I’m in love.

There’s still things to do, some stuff is still unpacked and such but everything is really coming together. It feels so good I can’t even describe it.
There was a moment the first week though when I laid there in the early morning hours, the Grapefruit was kicking like crazy and I was trying to decide if I really had to get up to pee or if it was yet another false alarm, when it hit me. That this was our home now. Before that moment I realized I had always reffered to it as “The House”, not home but “The House”. The small-ish apartment I never really bonded with had after all been our home for several years. But right then and there, that morning, “The House” finally felt like home.

Moving Day.

So here we are; Moving Day.

I’m currently at work while a bunch of people are moving our stuff from the aparment to our HOUSE!

I’m freaking out about not being there. Not that I would be allowed to do anything productive during the actual move since heavy lifting isn’t exactly recommended while the Grapefruit is kicking up a storm in my belly.
The Man actually thought that it was better that I’m here so he doesn’t have to worry about me doing to much during the move because just standing around while outher people work bugs me.

But I’m allowed to clean afterwards so atleast I’ll be able to do something. I just wish the clock would start moving faster so I can get out of here and see how things are progressing.

Will update more later so…