With a Bun...

Now with extra waddle...

So... around the same time I was kidding  (but quietly hopeful)

about becoming Mum on the Run with a Ton (of cash),

I excitedly discovered that I had in fact become

Mum on the Run with a Bun (in the oven)
instead.

While the two would have gone hand in hand quite nicely,

I would happily trade all the make-believe megamillions in the world

for the prize I have right here.

Right here in my swelly belly.

I can still hardly believe it.

We're going to be welcoming another little one into our family

- and have already welcomed her/him into our hearts

(not to mention my rapidly expanding bod).

Is it appropriate to scream now??

Yyyyyeeeehhhooooooooo!!!!!!

I'm just brimming with gratitude and appreciation.

I'm well aware of the many, many individual, blessed, little miracles that have
taken place in order for me to see that beautiful vision on the monitor today.

I know how many hundreds of thousands of things had to 'fall into place'

and 'go right' for me to be where I am right now.

Excited, exalted, ecstatic... don't even begin to describe it.

For the record, a very happy Master Magoo has placed his order

 for a 'brudda' or a 'boy sister' and has named the bub 'Muppet'.

I have felt like the latest version of iDeath for weeks.

All the usual ails -

 headaches, nausea, weird tastes, nausea, stupid levels of tired-ness,
 nausea, sniffer dog tendencies, nausea, twinges, twangs and aches, nausea...

And I couldn't be happier!

Shar +1 :-))))) xx

P.S.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep your virtual

bloggy mouth shut for eight whole weeks????

How tempting it is to '52 Week Project' your bump beginnings???
How difficult it is to avoid '52 Week Project'-ing the tell-tale bosoms and pimply face??

How many people have made innocent comments about glowing skin/

expanding the family/having a daughter/being pregnant

that have given me goosebumps?