Appreciate a woman who knows when to call a wife a gorilla. Hoorah! Lemon sponge anyone?

[fightingthecage]

Driving down to flood-infested Gloucestershire happened in three hours on Monday, the fastest its ever happened. Coming back today? Five and a half hours. I HATE HOLIDAY TRAFFIC! AND SCHOOL HOLIDAYS! AND CARS! AND MOTORWAYS! AND FRIDAYS!

Other than that, the week was OK. Midwife says Scribble is doing well. Thanks to mother, said child now has (I think) all essentials needed for arrival in the world such as changing mats, car seats etc. I also won't have to buy food for like, the rest of the year or any other household goods for that matter but that's normal when I see The Parent anyway, so allgood.

Incidents of a more unfortunate nature - heh. Well, we all know insomnia sucks, right? Mother has this solution in the form of some kind of lemon herbal tea stuff. At 2am one night, after lying awake for bloody hours, I give in and go to make some. I can't bear herbal tea normally but thought it was worth a shot. Mother joins me in the kitchen and despite proclaiming that the stuff doesn't taste of anything at all, proceeds to ply me with honey and half a lemon. So, fine. Only I'm tired and the lemon is in a tupperware box and as I try to force the lid off it - HAHAHA! I found out it does hurt when you upend a cup of just-boiled water all over yourself. Joy!

Luckily, was wearing loose clothing so it didn't do too much damage. Some blistering, large patch of red skin on stomach, nothing too major. Good thing mother is a nurse really and has handy nurse stuff for putting on burns to limit the damage. Still. Was very bad for the insomnia as frightful pain is not conducive to good sleep. Ah well. Didn't hurt too much by later on that day so no worries.

Also a touch worrying - mother's repeated comments (when faced with anyone she's buying baby stuff off) along the lines of, 'We're due in October,' and 'We don't know what we're having yet.' This happened so often I was forced to ask her whether she'd got herself pregnant as well and was trying to break it to me gently. She just grinned and told me that I was to let her enjoy it because it'll probably be her only grandchild. Granted, it probably will be. But its never a good sign when my mother has laid claim to something because she does tend to keep her claws in. This morning she had managed to re-invite herself to the delivery, despite me having had words with her about that in the past. Hmmm. This needs an eye kept on it. I'm not having Scribble unduly influenced by her. Lord no.

On a disconcerting - and somewhat related to above point - note, I mentioned that I was going to make a will at some point soon, to make sure Scribble is cared for if something happens to me. Not much good hoping Steve would step up if I died, so broached the subject with Mother...only to find that she'd already talked that over with my sister. And they'd already decided what to do about it! Um, what? I was left with the vague feeling that my own family might be about to murder me to get their hands on my kid. Perhaps I'll hold off on writing the will - if the baby would automatically go to its father, I may yet have a chance of survival.

In other news - my QasF DVD's that I ordered about three weeks ago finally arrived. On Monday, when I wasn't here. They have been signed for by someone I have never heard of. HELLO?! There is no note under my door/downstairs with the mail/anywhere pointing me in the direction of where they might be. Or who with. Omg. Gay.

With that, I depart for much car-unpacking. I swear, I could equip the entire UN peacekeeping force with the contents of my car at the moment. The pregnant female ones, anyway.

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[ashen_key]

I was left with the vague feeling that my own family might be about to murder me to get their hands on my kid. Perhaps I'll hold off on writing the will - if the baby would automatically go to its father, I may yet have a chance of survival.

*pats* you have my utmost sympathy. Although I find wills weird - if my parents die, I get everything including my sister. It's weird. (well, property to hold until Jen's 18 to divide it all, but still).

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

*sporfle* Lucky you! In heriting a sister.

...well, at least its a gift that might stay useful?

[ashen_key]

I live in hope. So far her only use is to sign me onto her internet account so I have IM (which I can't be bothered dragging her to do), but I live in hope.

[innerbrat]

I have absolutely no sympathy for you with your overbearing mother.

1) This may be because you're such a fun writer, but you make her sound awesome.

2) I don't know what the situation with the Tosspot, but assuming he's still not involved, I'm pleased you have at least one other figure helping you with the child. Biparental care, dude. It doesn't mean actual parents.

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

*snicker* She sounds awesome? Well...she is. On a practical level and for the fact that she's always been there for me even when we've been totally hating each other. It's just that on a personal level...she's irritating to the point of madness. She reminds me in many ways of Bridget Jones' mother, only a lot more genuinally emo. And she has said and done some things in the past that are hard to forget. But! Like I said, she's always had my back and I'll never forget that either. It's an odd situation.

As for the Tosspot (presumably this is Steve) - hmm. Complicated. No, he's sill not involved but there's a tiny ray of hope that he might be persuaded once its actually born. Whether it happens or not, there will be no stopping my mother visiting and helping - so yes. She'll be good. But irritating.