Goodbye to Frizzle & Biscuit

Sometimes you have to make decisions that are hard but for the best. 

Today has been the culmination of one if those. 

It was only a few months ago that life was quite different. We, in good faith that we could offer 2 ferrets a good home that needed to be rehomed by a lovely family in Maidstone, adopted Frizzle & Biscuit. They were lovely. Once they had settled into being handled, and into their new home, they never bit or nipped. They were content to play. I don't think it is exaggerating things to say that I loved them. Over the last few months I have loved getting to know them, their expectant faces, their excited hoping around as you came near, their funny sounds, and sideways jump running. 

We adopted them, as I have already said, in good faith that we would give them a loving and attentive home. I never expected that we would be pregnant. We are pregnant. We really are. 

I have no idea what life will be like in a few months time but I do know that it is most likely going to be full on. So, for that reason we have decided to say goodbye to the two chaps. They have gone to Harrietsham Ferret Rescue. They are lovely people and they have said that they probably won't be going anywhere as they are 2 little characters. They may say that to everyone but I don't think so. 

So, that's that. Good bye little guys. I hope your next adventure is great fun. I know it will be as that is what you do - look for the next great adventure.

We, in turn, will keep on with our amazing, and quite unexpected adventure. 

Weeks & Changes

On the one hand it seems like ages since I last wrote on here, on the other hand - not long at all. 

It seems strange to say it but life is passing by in weeks. I guess it probably does for everyone but maybe not. I guess for some time is measured in the next deadline, or the amount of time left before a flight or a meeting, the hours left to revise before and exam. For me it is weeks. We are in Week 18. We have known now for 7 weeks and a day. It almost hard to remember what life was like before we found out. On the one hand those weeks feel like they have passed so quickly, but on the other hand it seems like forever.

In 2 weeks time it will be halfway. Given we didn't know Jo was pregnant for 10 weeks I guess that, although the pregnancy is already halfway, our experience of the pregnancy is just a third of the way through.

I do not want to wish any of this time away. Relaxing in bed on a Sunday morning, meals out, meals in, going out to friends. In essence, being us. But, it is quite intriguing that in a few weeks time being us will means something quite different. In some respects it already is different. Being us has always been 2 quite different things. During the week and every other weekend being us is the 2 of us - adults enjoying each other, pretty much doing what we want. Every other weekend being us is the 2 of us and Josh. Josh is 12 now so it's pretty easy. We talk, play table tennis, watch films (films that Josh likes watching I like as well, but they aren't alway (well in fact most of the time) Jo's cup of tea!)) 

Being us - as in me and Jo - is quite straight forward. Jo is my first priority, and I am hers in everything. That gets slightly smudged when Josh is with us but is still generally speaking true. The transition over the last 7 weeks is quite major though. Us is different. Us is no longer the 2 of us. On the outside it may still look that way but on the inside it isn't. Jo is still my first priority, but I am no longer hers. Edge is her first responsibility and rightly so. That takes some getting your head around. We never thought we would be having children so it goes without saying that I did not expect to have to consider let alone accept such a change. I can see how it can cause problems for many. Not in my case I am very happy to say. 

It is strange but I don't think I can help looking at Jo in a different way. She is still the person I fell in love with. She is still my best friend. She is still my soul mate. She is still the one that I want to always be with. She is still the one that I am intensely attracted to. And yet there is now another dimension. She is the carrying mother of our child. So how can I not look at her differently. She is not just mine anymore. Jo is effectively ours, as I am theirs. How wonderfully weird is that. How cool is that!

First kick??

Another post about maybe feeling Edge move...I've been having the occasional fluttery feeling, a bit like a muscle twitch for a couple of weeks. They haven't been daily and I have to stop and concentrate on them to be sure! But yesterday, whilst in Morrisons car park of all places (classy!), I felt 3 distinct kicks. It was like I was being poked from the inside. This was then followed by a squirmy feeling. Nothing as noticeable today though. 

I think Richard must be fed up with me telling him about funny feelings, then always ending up saying "...but it could just be wind!" Whilst I don't want to wish time away, I can't wait to feel Edge move about more, with no doubt that it could be wind!

Crisps

This post is trivial but I just want to note it. Jo's craving at the moment seems to be anything that contains 'junk' status - in particular cheeseburgers and salt and vinegar crisps!