I spent much of this morning with my head in a bucket vomiting. Blah. I have to say that the time when pregnancy is enjoyable has essentially passed. Discomfort and ailments rule the body. Pelvis pain and acid reflux my primary nemeses.
Even so we’re still having some precious moments – the kids and I all had a bath today and took much delight watching baby wriggle and jiggle inside my tummy. There was lots of singing and general frivolity – our baby’s first bath with it’s siblings.
Tomorrow I have a scan to determine position and size of baby. I’m hoping that the information will help me make a decision that I can be faithful to in regards to this baby’s birth. (Thanks to everyone who left a comment – you all really lifted my spirits and left me feeling more empowered and less alone than before.)
Last night I completed the census – my first as a mother. I was pregnant with E. for the last census – I don’t think on that night five years ago I would have imagined that I would be about to have my third child next time the census came round. Leaves me wondering what our family will look like in another five years.
All in all though I found the census a little dull. The questions that they ask aren’t that interesting. Why doesn’t the government want to know my favourite colour? Or my favourite song? I just think since they’re going to the effort to ask me so many other questions they might as well ask me some interesting stuff as well. Nevertheless I do always find it interesting that my partner elects to be counted as a Catholic (because he was baptised and it' keeps the numbers up!) when he apparently doesn’t believe in God. Alternatively whilst I don’t believe in the personified versions of God exulted by the major religions I do have a spiritual faith and yet identify myself as having no religion at all (I haven’t had time for Jedi Knight crusades since becoming a mother).