Milk, milk. Lemonade...

In order to make sure that Wes doesn't go blind watching the advertisements on the TV (well sudo TV aka. computer) we thought it was about freakin' time that we updated this little ol' blog of ours!

It has been quite a busy few weeks thinking about it, with work, half-term and doctors telling me that I am unable to drive for the next year. Unfortunately I have been suffering from 'fits' for the past few years and to be honest, I've never really thought anything of it, just putting it down to stress/tiredness. However while being pregnant we thought it would be best to get it all checked out, only to find that it is probably Epilepsy and in a twisted ploy, which I think Wes was part of, I am now not allowed in front of the wheel...women drivers and all that!

But in better news, Little B Bee has been moving like a mother and seems to have, what can only be described as a wicked sense of humour. Everytime Wes latches onto my stomach to feel the baby move, he just stops, or decides to kick in a completely different direction...usually downwards, towards the Vejayjay which is well, pretty strange...hmmm.

We now have a pushchair; a fancy dancy Stokke Explory in Olive. I wanted one of these when Eleanor was born, but money got in the way, blasted thing. To be honest we still couldn't afford a brand new one now, but we got an absolute bargain on eBay for a pristine used one...boom! The main advantage of the Stokke is the height of the chair. Instead of Little B Bee staring at people's legs (to be fair though, perhaps as a boy he might take after his daddy and love the legs) he'll be able to stare at people's faces instead (or boobs, another pastime that daddy loves) . Wes would like to interject at this point, that he isn't a perv and only stares at my pregnancy breasts all the time not other ladies.