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Almost have a belly. Almost. Still only obvious after a meal :P I want chicken and corn soup, but we have no chicken and no corn, hell not really much of anything left, because tomorrow is shopping day. Maybe I should duck down to the hawkers and get some. They might still be open, it’s only 8:35. If worse comes to worse I have rendang and veges in the fridge that just needs some rice to be cooked up. I really want chicken and corn soup but :(

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Got fluffymail from The Wee Wuns XD The nappy and its insert need washing before use, but I think the PUL covers should be all right to use straight away. I haven’t found anything that suggests they should be washed before use. Seems kinda silly anyway. Just waiting on Vicki from Bubblebubs and her little girl to get over this evil virus thing they’ve gotten so she can start work on these special Dockers nappies I’ve ordered for Tiny and TheSmidge. I hope she listens to me and doesn’t stress about them ;)

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Tiny has worked out levers. He worked out how to rig up the hockey stick to lever the bottom shelf off the shelf set thingi in our bedroom. He found it doesn’t work on the baby gates though, he tried a few times :)

I think he might be able to read a little bit too, though I’m not sure. He seems to react to words he sees, not just in books (where I can safely assume he’s looking at pictures as well) but also on screen when he’s sitting on my lap and in “big” books that I read. He seems to have some idea of what he wants/needs to learn to read at any rate, the chunky board books he keeps bringing over are “Alphabet” and “Numbers”. Occasionally he’ll bring over “Food” and “Animals” either for something different or because he wants something to eat and can’t grab it out of the fruit basket. He’s brought over the food book before to tell me he wanted an egg. And I think he knows his “Frog” cloth book off by heart now.

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We were having a shower, as we do. I scrubbed Tiny and said “Come on Tiny, scrub yourself, scrubscrubscrub.” So Tiny started scrubbing his torso and his groin. I called JJ in to see him scrubbing, and asked Tiny to “Show Daddy how you scrub” so he scrubbed himself again, and JJ jooked about how the boy had prioroties which was good to see when Tiny decided to make sure his groin was extra clean. With a bit of encouragement he also crouched down to scrub his legs and feet. I’d given him his soap container (using this giant thing of Johnson’s top to toe that we bought shortly after he was born. Yes we still have the same bottle. He hasn’t quite figurd it out yet.

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Tiny’s been real great so far. I think he’s well aware of his little…sibling. This is going to be interesting, I keep thinking “little brother” and when I’m talking to JJ about them I keep referring to them as “the boys” rather than “the kids” which is what i should be doing til we either know via ultrasound or when I’m about four months which I’m guessing I will know for sure, coz that’s about when I “knew” that Tiny was a little boy named Tiny. He’s quite patient and understanding with me as much as a yearling can be, when the misnomered morning sickness lasts all bloody day.

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Tiny was off in a corner playing by himself, so I took that opportunity to do a bit more hacking.

As I was hacking, I saw him out of the corner of my eye heading towards me carrying two of his board books. I turned to him with a big happy smile, happy that he was coming over, and he handed me his “Food” board book.

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If I got my dates wrong. According to Pregnancy Online week 6 brings on the morning sickness.

I’ve been feeling like crap for the past two. Nauseous, that is. I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. And of course Josh has morning classes, so it leaves me having to deal with a 1yo that just does what he does because he’s Teeny Tiny the Eternal Cuteness and I have to try not to get snarky with him because I feel like shit.

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Less stress helps a lot. I better finish what I can of the MARS site and palm it back, going to have enough to deal with as is.

I’m surprised and yet not by how in tune I am with myself. I can feel things moving around and developing, occasionally it gets uncomfortable but for the most part it’s just intrigueing. I should probably go make a doctor appointment and go get an ultrasound at some point. The morning sickness isn’t so bad, seeing as I’m not stressed about things. I seem to be getting familiar with this baby as well, a lot sooner than I did with Tiny. JJ reckons it’s probably coz I know what to look for now, he’s probably right. We had a slight scare as we were talking, thinking maybe I was a month further along than we thought, seeing as my last period was unusual. But I’m pretty sure there was enough blood there to warrant being a proper period.

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I’m not sure how I really feel about additional kids. My parents don’t reeally care either way. Josh’s parents are convinced that we -need- to have another one so Tao has a “playmate”. There’s five cats and a dog and I’m sure he’ll have friends, he is a very easygoing and friendly little guy, so I don’t see why he needs a playmate. I don’t want any more kids, but if I get knocked up and there is one in there, I don’t want it to go away, coz then I would feel like I killed it because I rejected it. I’m so confused. I guess I don’t mind getting pregnant again. I feel kinda bad though, coz there’s all these people trying so hard to get babies and not getting them and we were trying so hard to not get a baby. Ehh, shit happens, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. On the one hand I would prefer for Tao to have been past the toddler years so he could have our full attention then, on the other hand, if it’s going to happen, better it happens soon so Steve, Josh and I are travelling with a 5yo and a 3yo rather than a 5yo and a baby. Nappies add another bag to your luggage, coz I will not handle disposables. They give me rashes.

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Not really much to report. We found out that Tiny knows that sticks can be limb extensions, we caught him trying to play with the light switch with a hockey stick (seeing as he can’t actually reach the light switch, being short).

He’s having a really long nap, probably because he missed most of his afternoon one. JJ is also having a really long nap. I feel really, really, really blah.