It's tricky doing washing when the washing is the size of a peg

Whether Cuinn's feet are actually that little when they start kicking about in the wide open space that is the world outside his current accommodation, who knows, but in the meantime, seeing these sitting side by side in the folded washing pile gave me a moment's pause.

I'll post a four-weeks-to-go belly pic tomorrow I promise - along with, in theory, the nursery decorations that we're finally getting around to putting up. Assuming that we finally get around to putting them up. We did buy them at least and they've been transferred to the nursery which is a good start. I should probably do new vege photos too - we're completely blown away that they're actually growing and actually look like veges. Most impressive.

And continuing the theme which is general bloggy uselessness, I meant to post an update on Wednesday after our latest OB appointment, but there was a slight fell-asleep-on-the-couch-then-couldn't-be-arsed-for-days issue that held proceedings up some till today so sorry about that. Ish. I blame the time of year. Nothing like being almost 36 weeks pregnant, up to your eyeballs in calendared events and socialising, general exhaustion as I try my damndest to make it to the end of the working year (Wednesday. Amen to that) and complete lack of sleep from, among other things, being cooked from the inside and out courtesy of 1x kiddly and, I'm sure, unseasonably toasty weather. Aren't we all normally complaining that the weather is unseasonably crap this time of year, therefore meaning that the lovely weather, as it used to be at this time of year in days gone by, is actually now the unseasonable stuff?

Anywho. Cuinn is good. Great in fact! Beautiful and wiggly and happy and everything else we could possibly want. He's also slowing down on the growing front which is a complete relief - our latest weigh in had him at 5lbz 9oz, and he's looking more like he'll end up around the 8lb mark than 10lb full term. PHE-ew! 8lb I can do. Likely with loads of swearing, but you know. It's less horrifying to contemplate. I think.

But, on that note, while everything is going beautifully for us, my younger brother and his partner are having a more difficult time of things with a pregnancy 10 weeks younger than Cuinn. Mum's body is struggling and baby is looking to make an early entrance into the world - we're all hoping, very much, that she'll stay put for a while longer. She'll be 26 weeks on Wednesday. So far things have been able to be held steady-ish since Thursday by a team at Waikato hospital and mucho druggy goodness, and for the second time this year, our family has to say a very big thank you to modern medicine. But, in light of the general scary situation, you can never have too many people crossing too many things, so you know what to do. Fingers, toes, eyes, arms, legs ...