Saturday morning pancakes

I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning with jam and yoghurt smeared all over them, and I'm already thinking about the (Ferg)burgers we are going to eat for dinner. Yes, I was right about the need to retract that statement about my healthy, fruit-loving baby - he wants food now, stodgy, sugary, fatty food. He wants chocolate and lollies and pizza and chips. He's trying to ruin me!

We went down to Lumsden yesterday for our check up. Both me and baby are doing well, measurements are all on track, blood pressure is good, nothing to worry about. As the midwife put it: There are absolutely no concerns about this baby. What a good boy! Now to quell my/his sugar cravings...

This morning while eating those delicious pancakes I wondered, as I have many times lately, where the baby will fit into the picture once he's on the outside. When my husband and I are sitting at the table eating our pancakes, where is the baby? Or will there be no more Saturday morning pancakes in our near future? I think there will be - they've been happening for eight years - so I guess our pancake ritual will just be adjusted to fit in another small figure.

I had the same thought while hanging out the washing the other day. Will I take the baby with me when I go out the back with the laundry basket? Will I wait until he's sleeping and run out there, peg it out quickly, all the while wondering if he's woken up? I am guessing long showers will quickly become a distant memory.

Yes, it's definitely going to be an adjustment having a tag-along with me all the time, but in a way I haven't felt as if I was alone for a while now. When we had just arrived back from Canada, I remember going for a walk with my ipod headphones on and feeling a faint twinge of guilt that I was listening to music that the baby couldn't hear. I haven't put on my headphones since - I feel like it would be some kind of betrayal.

At this point his hearing has improved to the point where a loud noise would probably startle him. I also read that if I shine a bright light at my belly, he will turn towards it. That's how thinly stretched the skin across my stomach is. My husband is talking about teaching him morse code with a torch tonight. I guess that's our evening sorted. After the burgers that is.