boys are lovely...

...apparently. Anyway, I do apologise if we have inadvertently concerned anyone with our absence from the blog. I've started the job secondment this week and am exhausted from thinking and talking to my new colleagues. They're strong characters, which makes for interesting but tiring debate about everything. I think that the main reason I haven't been blogging, though, is because I am completely obsessed with having this baby and while I am happy to bore my family and friends, have tried to draw the line at sending you lovely people into a coma!

However, if anyone can resist falling into a coma, read on. I can report that I am having cravings for cigarettes, beer, soft rind ripened cheeses and pate, but not giving in. I am eating like a horse (no apparent weight gain except for the belly, but it's just a matter of time) and my previous affinity for fresh fruit and fairly healthy food has changed to a desire for chips and chocolate. I think it's fairly obvious that this child is of Scottish origin, let's just hope that he escapes some of the other unpleasant national characterics. His kicking abilities have improved beyond all recognition and he can somersault and kick in the style of Jackie Chan, pushing my belly into some interesting shapes. He is rather a tease and refuses to do any of this if his father is watching or touching my stomach, which is a promising early indication of a cruel sense of humour. That's my boy.