five day forecast

Confident as I am in your abilities to send good vibes and sacrifice small animals for good weather on Saturday, I have still become addicted to the BBC Five Day Forecast. I check it all the time and since this morning, Saturday has become completely sunny and a whole degree warmer. I am sure it will be practically tropical by the end of the week.

I have been working like a mad thing today and indeed, am almost half crazed by the need to clean and tidy. I have spent all day working on the kitchen and bathroom alone and although there is hardly any difference to the untrained eye, I know that it is deep down clean. Gypsy Tart lent a hand and did a marvellous job of calming my frenzy-I can't help wondering why she is so bloody calm and how she does it. I shall keep a close watch on her from now on, I suspect drugs!

My Mum and Dad came over today and poor Dad got a bit confused when he made reference to his grandson to be and I told him he was going to have another granddaughter. He looked absolutely delighted and I realised that far from understanding that I was commenting on his annoying gender preference, he honestly thought I was telling him that I am having a girl! I had to disappoint him and tell him that I don't know and we'll find out next week. In the meantime, he's gone back to wanting a Grandson, as he's always been keen to have a few more males in the family, having spawned so many girls of his own.

I have become a bit more in awe of the whole baby growing process recently, as I've been feeling the baby move for a little while now. I wasn't sure at first, as at this stage I should have the sensation of the baby's movements like bubbles gently bursting apparently, instead I'm getting a good old bash. I can't help wondering if it's displaying its incredible dancing skills, or it's actually completely fed up with me and trying to tell me so. Perhaps I've been worrying about the wrong thing, wondering if I'll love my child, when the real question is, has it already taken agin me?