Confession time apparently, thanks Mandi! I have no idea what I am about to write, so bear with me if it makes no sense and is total drivel!
Confession One: I really wanted Little L to be a boy.
I'm sure I'm not the first - and won't be the last - parent who was hoping for a certain gender when they discovered they were pregnant.
After all the troubles we have had in getting pregnant - and the two babies that we lost - I'm not sure whether we will have any more children in the future.
I'm certainly not ruling it out, as I would love a big family, but I don't want to have to face the heartache of the past all over again.
With this in mind, I really wanted to have a boy this time, so that we had one of each. I love R to pieces, and she completes me in so many ways. However she is a complete 'daddy's girl' and I would have loved a 'mummy's boy' to add to the mix!
Confession Two: When John's not around sometimes I use his stuff (without him knowing).
This one is a little more lighthearted than my first confession!
On occasion I have used his shampoo, body wash and even his razer when I have forgotten to move my own from our family bathroom to the en suite.
I've also been known to let R use his toothbrush when she's kicking up a fuss at not being able to immediately do her teeth and I've already started brushing mine.
Guess the cat's out of the bag now, ey?
Confession Three: Sometimes I forget to eat.
This is not a great thing for me to admit, especially as I'm now 32 weeks pregnant.
I can be remarkably useless when it comes to sorting myself food, unless someone reminds me.
I'm usually so busy looking after R; getting stuff done around the house; trying to rest on my bad days; finishing off final Mama Naii's orders; or writing posts for my blog; that I will forget to get myself food.
It's silly really, as I always make sure I get three meals a day done for R. I guess I should eat with her!
So there we are, three confessions from me!