Cat-astrophes

Well, I've learnt my lesson, so this is the blog entry declaring that I will, on no accounts, be blogging on a regular basis.

In fact, I would not even be writing today if it wasn't for an old friend on Facebook who has started her journey in blogging (mind you, I believe that is long overdue - she is the type of person whose words are wasted locked up in that head of hers - even her Facebook status updates are witty, meaningful, inspirational or all of the above) which then lead me to find other friends who are all blogging (either closet bloggers or not)...which then lead to the 'oh gee, I wish I had a blog', which lead to the 'oh darn it, I do'.

Okay, so my ramblings may not be anywhere near as exciting, inspirational, witty or awe-inspiring...but at least it's cathartic.

On a side note - I'm listening to the gestational period of Tasmanian Devils (don't ask). 25 days! Goodness me, that's the amount of days I have LEFT to go. How on earth does a she-devil have the time to not only *find out* that she is pregnant, but then set up a nursery, prepare herself emotionally, attend ante-natal classes, re-prepare herself emotionally after being scarred by said classes, pack her little labour bags, wash copious amounts of baby-devil blankets and jumpsuits, catch up with all the other she-devils before her capacity to gallivant child-free is thwarted in just 25 days?! I tip my hat to you, little devil. But I'm still spending my 25 days on the couch.

Time for an illustration of a couch session:

I believe the Darling Little Bump had the hiccups, but was determined to kick them out. I was feeling a rhythmic little 'hic' amongst octopus limbs flailing all over the place.

Darling Hubby recently tried making contact by prodding my stomach three times. There was a prompt response of three little prods back. So of course DH repeated his prods - faster this time. DLB responded. This went on for a couple of minutes until the novelty wore off for DH. Apparently DLB has a longer attention span - she tried a few more times before giving up with an almighty KICK as if chucking a little in utero tantrum.

Now she is once again reminding me that it is in fact breakfast time. So, will I write soon? Probably not, but you never know.

xxx