We have a live one

1. Usurper

This morning we had an appointment at our IVF clinic for what I hope is the last ride of the ultrasound wand in a long time. And there it was, a small human like creature, heart beating away, budding limbs twitching and the right size for dates.

So it's official, we really are in with a good chance at having another baby. Mr hissychick has nicknamed the (almost) foetus Usurper, totally appropriate given our shared sense of humour. The poo monkey couldn't have cared less, simply demanding "Open the door" as I was lying there, legs akimbo.Wonder what she will make of her first trip to the Obstetrician's office tomorrow?

2. The poo monkey

Speaking of livewires, the poo monkey deserve a special mention of her own. I'm sure she knows that something is up and making mummy tired because whenever she doesn't want to do anything she simply runs away laughing. She's also insisting on having showers and not baths. Think she's also having a secret giggle at how fat mummy's tummy is rapidly becoming (surely all baby and not honeycomb kitkats...)Then again, how can I do anything but giggle in return when mid chase of a naked child she stops in front of the mirror and proudly declares "I've got boobies" ?

Usurper, the standard has already been set. I wish you the best of luck...