Less than a week to go...

...until we find out if we are team Blue or team Pink.

14w+ still a tiny cute bump...

HOW DID THIS APPEAR
IN UNDER A FORTNIGHT?!

From my weekly pregnancy email: "You may be gaining weight rapidly at this point..." NO SHIT! Have you seen the size of me?! And I'm constantly hungry, but craving acidic foods... orange juice and pickled onions. The hell?!

Breakfast is going to be cheese and pickled onions on crackers. It's what I had as a late night snack last night, too. And lunch yesterday. I drank just under 2L of (mulled) orange juice yesterday, got another 2L on the go today. It's a litre of pure orange juice cut with a litre of no added sugar squash and whacked in the slow cooker on low/warm with the mulled spice bags. Lovely, warm, and perfect in this weather.

The cycling challenge I started earlier in the year is drawing to a close, the complication being I can't do much at a time as it causes some considerable discomfort, and then when I do have the time, there is a small boy to pick up after, laundry and dishes to do, dinner to make and hey I need to eat and sleep, too! I underestimated the time needed by about 7 months! In future I will learn to do my fundraising in a more realistic way.

I will start making more Unloveables in the new year until I have a decent amount of stock, and if there's little interest online I will see if there is a local store who will foster them prior to them finding new homes.

I've also been tasked with making a Norwegian style jumper for a friend... this is gonna be mega. I've only made baby-sized jumpers before and never made in the round... so this will be quite the accomplishment once I'm done.

In addition to that, I've blankets to make for Project Linus (limiting myself to finishing the two I've already started), and also the Minion - so my resolution for 2014 is to take on no more than I already have on my plate!

That's all for now, folks... take care.

I could kill for a chicken doner bursa RIGHT NOW.

Like the Napoli in Lossiemouth used to do. I miss those.

Anyway, Xmas is coming up fast, money is tight, I'm cooking my very first family Xmas meal (for the three of us) which will be interesting as we have but a single small oven and not that many trays/dishes/receptacles to cook with that will all fit in at once. So in the back of my mind (it's why I look spaced these days) I'm trying to figure out what I'm cooking, when, how, in what order and on what day so that everything is cooked and heated through by Xmas Eve dinnertime.

This is also the first year that "Xmas is for the kids" has really started to stick, too. Friends of ours who would rather we get something small for the kids and nothing for them - it's not just austerity, it's practicality. And I'm sat here thinking... there was nothing on my Xmas list that was selfishly for me apart from a couple of DVDs (which I'll need to have when I can't sleep in 3rd tri or am breastfeeding late at night/early in the morning and need to somehow remain conscious throughout the process). I had bedding, a frying pan, some other inconsequential shit... and it brings to sharp relief the utter CRAP I felt I had to possess when I was a child/teenager, and to a certain extent a young adult. You don't NEED crap, you need family and friends and a sense of self-worth and purpose. Assuming you have a roof over your head and food in the fridge, the rest of that should be enough to make you happy. You don't need gadgets and gizmo's and excessive quantities of clothing or whatever. 

So just take a step back from the materialistic side of things and concentrate on who makes you happy.

Toddler news: he's sleeping in a big bed now, a single mattress on the floor. He likes being able to get on and off it himself and enjoys the room to move around.

Baby news: Down's risk has been assessed as 1 in 20601 (which is awesome) and I've started to feel slight movements already <3 15 weeks and change.

BABY!

Minion is measuring bang on schedule, SO DAMN HAPPY I was so afraid we'd had a MMC (missed miscarriage) because I've been having such an easy time of it recently. This was a huge reassurance. Heart going well, leggies wriggling, squiggly baby.

ALL GOOD!

Bricking it.

I've got my scan on Monday. With Taylor, We'd seen him twice already and the daily nausea and vomiting was reassuring to me - I was definitely still pregnant. This time around, I've been clear of all nausea for the past 3 weeks and aside from a wee bump (which - let's face it - could easily be the result of not being on my 1280cal/day diet any more) there's nothing really to say that I'm still successfully pregnant. There's nothing to say I'm not, of course... but I'd prefer the relative security of feeling like crap to this kind of limbo. I've been so tempted to get a second-hand doppler but I've no experience trying to find a foetal heartbeat so I'd only stress myself out more. That's what I keep telling myself.

In other news, I'm fighting off yet another cold - I'm like a freaking magnet for ickness anyway, it just gets worse when I'm pregnant. This time though I have VICKS! and it seems to be working a treat. Still plagued by headaches, but they too will pass.

I've almost taken down all of the birthday decorations, too. There are a couple of balloons still up and a "Birthday Boy" banner. The room looks so.... sparse without something on the walls though. When we get a mortgaged place, that WILL change. I can't invest in wall hangings for a rental though, especially when we don't know the layout for where we will be moving to next and thus can't plan said wall hangings. Getting a computer desk in the next wee while, to go with hubby's new computer - this means... I GET MY FOOD TABLE BACK!!! I can once more use it for food preparation (pasta, pastry etc) and serving, and we can once more all sit down to dinner as a family, which we've not done in far too long. And once that is done, I can start planning how the room will be decorated for Christmas. It involves sacrificing half the table for a small tree, just to keep it out of the reach of small people.

Speaking of small people, someone needs a diaper change. I can smell him from across the room...

Post-birthday realisations:

1) I'd rather not have a party on the actual birthday, not at this young age. All I wanted to do yesterday was sit and watch him play, or cuddle him, generally be soppy... and instead I was rushing around like a mad thing trying to make sure people had enough to drink, enough to eat, that stuff wasn't burning in the oven or on the hob... it was hectic. Couldn't have done it without my helping hands (thanks ladies, mostly Caz!) and got a big hug from Bruce at the end of the night as he could see I was pretty worn out.

2) Cater for the original guest list, no matter how many people drop out. Food will never go to waste. And while you're at it, that modest cake? Make it bigger. Cake will always get eaten!

3) Disposable utensils, cooking trays, plates - bad for the environment, good for the post-party clean-up. JUST DO IT. I forgot to get disposable glasses/mugs. I won't the next time.

4) Fancy dress - don't bother until the kids are old enough to get into the spirit of it, as most people generally CBA. At least if the kids are 4+ THEY will insist on getting dressed up. Think of fancy dress as setting a good example for their imagination.

5) Boxes are the most fun thing EVER. Keep them all. Make a fort. Make a tunnel. Make a barrier so you can have a sneaky glass of wine without little hands reaching for your glass.


I now need to find a box big enough to put all of his cards in, with the little candle that went on his cake, some of the balloons and banners that we had on the walls, that kinda thing. Will get some pictures printed out and slide some of those in, too. Some time this week, I'll get his hand and feet prints, they can go in there, and a wee card telling them how tall they were on this special day. Their first birthday might not be remembered by them, but it's a big moment for you, the parent. It'll be nice for them to look in that box when they're older to see how many people came to celebrate with them, and how much love went into that day.

Dammit, I'm crying again.

So, this time last year...

Ooooh it's starting.

This time last year I'd just been saying goodbye to Bruce, he went back home to take care of the kitties as I had to stay in hospital overnight for the induction process. I was listening to another girl get a shot of morphine for the pain she was in, then she passed out and I was effectively alone until near midnight when a nurse came in to start the whole thing off. Great, I thought, I'll have a baby tomorrow! Ha, yeah... Luckily I'd made a small mountain of food during the day, so I had plenty of nibbles to pick at to pass the time.

Unfortunately, that ended up being part of the problem, as the little troll was back-to-back and how he was positioned meant I couldn't "go"... so I was eating, and it was kinda... not leaving my system. It all got kinda congested in there.

The things we learn, eh? This time around, I shall be eating light, drinking lots, and taking Dulcoease every day starting at 39 weeks.

Sleepover...

I have two days to myself. Bub is off to grandad's for his first EVER overnight stay anywhere further than the next bedroom. I wailed like a teenager who dropped their brand new custom iPhone down the loo when they drove off.

That's not to say I'll be lounging around on Facebook or watching DVD's... the housework has taken a whopping slide since I came off my meds back in July, I've a mountain of laundry (clean) that needs to be sorted, folded, put away. Need to spot treat the carpet and rug where the small person has ground bits of soggy shortbread into the pile. Hoovering needs to be done. Decluttering needs to be done. The next level of babyproofing needs to be organised (this involves the areas between 3' and 4' high all around the lounge). Dusting. Polishing. COOKING, shit, yes, I need to make dinner, too. Cleaning the surfaces in the kitchen where muddy little paws have made their mark (top of the washing machine and the windowsill they use as a cat flap).

I would also like to try and rearrange our bedroom so that I know how it will look when the cot and associated gubbins is back in there for the littlest bub.

If I get all of that done, I have a couple of Unloveables that need finishing off prior to joining their finished pals in the post tomorrow!

I need to take it easy though, the trip to the Post Office is an hour's walk, all told. Half an hour there, half an hour back. I'm under strict instructions from the physio not to overdo things and if my hip starts to hurt I have to stop and wait for it to not hurt again before carrying on... The point of pain is usually around the 20min mark of walking :/ so this could be interesting. I might have to get dear hubby to take the packages into work and post them in his lunch break instead.

First things first though - I need fuel. Brekkie is calling. Come here, pretty bagel...

The first casualty.

I defriended someone on Facebook today. We had a difference of opinion about my opinion.

I can understand why they felt like they had to say something, I guess. I've often wanted to shake someone so hard that their ignorance sloughs off like a snake's skin... but I wasn't being ignorant, nor was I being disrespectful or insensitive. I expressed my opinion on a matter that I have had glancing experience with, on my personal page in a string of comments stemming from a status update about a TV show.

Yes, Strictly Come Dancing has a lot to answer for, apparently.

Their thoughts on the matter were that, unless I have had direct experience on the matter, I should voice no opinion at all.

So... does this mean that the politicians who campaign about winter fuel allowance, or about child poverty, that they should have no opinion? Does it mean that straight people can't support gay rights? That men can't support women's rights? Does it mean that people in one country can't despair over the treatment of people in another, simply because they've not lived it personally?

Of course it bloody doesn't.

As with anything, if you don't like what you are reading (or seeing, in general), feel free to stop. Do something else. Divert your attention with a wholesome activity that distracts you from your target's apparent naivete. Don't go off on one at them about how self-centered they are and transfer your personal anguish on them as if it is as a direct result of what they have said that you are hurting.  Just go away and breathe, grab your kid or your pet or your other half or your pillow and wail your heart out if you need to, but don't try and make someone else feel like shit because of something that you drew from whatever it was that they said. You and only you are responsible for your own personal happiness or sadness and you take responsibility of this by choosing what to read, what to watch, and in some cases, what to hear.

I don't have Sky News or BBC News tabs up on my browser, only a local news feed for my region, and that is a decision I made for my own sanity and my own happiness.

Unfortunately, the person in question kept responding to my initially apologetic (for I am not without empathy) and then increasingly neutral (for I am, however, limited in patience) responses, and it essentially ended up with name-calling. Apparently, at 32 I am far too young to have any opinions on anything, and apparently I am being self-centered to boot! Well, there you have it, folks. Apparently I've not outgrown the persona of "child" in the eyes of someone who considers herself to be an "adult" and thus "superior" to me. THIRTY-TWO. /facepalm 

I fully accept that my opinions may change over time, much like a scientific hypothesis. I even said to her opinions are often coloured by experience, but that doesn't make one any less valid than another. but apparently that was not good enough for her to just let things lie, so she ended up blocked as well.

Because, you see, I am responsible for my own personal happiness, and no-one gets to try and make me feel like shit because of their issues.

Here endeth the rant.

Points if you can correctly guess the topic of my opinion that caused such melodrama.

Scan is booked!

I wonder if they think I'm retarded or something. I mean, I call up with a simple question (Is this my scan appointment? Because there's nothing in the letter about a scan or the preparation you need to do for it) and in a slowly enunciated (and slightly bored) tone, the woman on the other end goes, "Yes, dear, that's your scan appointment." 

Well, thanks. You know, I've never had a scan here before, this could have been an entirely unrelated appointment because I'm on the RED pathway rather than amber or green, a little friendliness would have been nice? A separate little letter just saying "HAI! Here's a heads-up - you need to drink a small swimming pool before this appointment, ok?" would have been appreciated... but no. Slow sarkynurse instead.

But you know what? This is probably just the paranoia of pregnancy kicking in here, so I'll just let it slide.

12w scan will be at around 13w and is booked at the start of December. Hubby has time off for it, which is awesome. Still debating giving the wee man to his grandad for the day as there was (again) no advice about what to do with small people (and I know for a fact that most hospitals do not like other children attending in case there's bad news).

SCAN BABY, YEAH!

And then a month later, a private scan, so we will know the flavour :p

Thermal underwear...

It's not sexy. It's not cute. It might be necessary though, as it's getting colder and colder in the house and hey! There's not even any snow outside! The government wants you to keep your rooms at 18C, except for the lounge, which ought to be 21C. They're not in league with the energy firms who have just raised their prices for the winter AT ALL are they?! Unfortunately, as we are still renting we can't put into practice the measures that would save us money and help heat the house more effectively... but when we eventually get around to buying a place, it will be insulated, lagged, draught-proofed, the double glazing will have proper seals and there will be a cat flap somewhere so we don't have to keep opening the damn window; curtains will be lined, blinds will be thermal and blackout, radiators will have reflective backing on the walls... and hopefully the amount we save from putting those measures into place will allow me the luxury of a DISHWASHER!

Troll's first fireworks tonight. They were running late so he was super tired, cranky and wanted his milk, and eventually became overstimulated by the noise and lights and turned his head away from it all. I think that if they had run on time and maybe had been even half an hour earlier, then he would have had a better time of it. Wasn't helped by the fact he hadn't napped well today  - we knew he was going to be cranky anyway. He is still very disdainful of anything on his feet though so when we got him back home his little feet and leggies were all chilly cold :( will perhaps need some baby long-johns too. He's getting over the cold, at last, but I've got his pillow propped up by toys so the phlegm can drain away and not collect in his poor wee chest. Hopefully the hacking cough will have gone in a couple of days.

And the Minion? They're measuring about 2cm by now, mebbe a little bigger. I keep feeling a little popping sensation, which I'm sure is my uterus doing some kinda funky chicken dance because of its newest resident. Appetite is almost non-existent because of the feeling I might vomit at any time, even though I'm not actually throwing up. I can't hold my phone in my mouth without gagging, can't hold letters or anything between my teeth, it all leads to gagging. I'm no emetophobe but I'd rather not do it in public, thanks. And I'm always fricking COLD! Might need my SAD lamp back, so exhausted and run down and need all the help I can get.

That's all for now...

A Highly Personal Topic

That's what everyone says about this. There's a lot of debate about when you should reveal a pregnancy. Some do it as soon as they get that positive result. Some do it after their 12w viability scan. Others don't announce til the halfway mark, or unless they're noticeably showing.

With Taylor, we only waited until 10w, because we'd seen him on an ultrasound twice by then, heart beating, looking strong and jumping away like a rabid Mexican bean. This time, we have no clue, and won't until the viability scan, but after having conversations with people who have had losses I think it's important that we tell people, and tell them now. I mean, what's going to happen at the 12w scan if things HAVE gone wrong? We aren't going to keep it a secret then, that would be disrespectful. So why give people just bad, sad, distressing news? Why give them only heartbreak? Why not let them know the joy first and foremost, let them have that warm and fuzzy feeling on your behalf, let them realise why you're suddenly not drinking, or avoiding social engagements, calling in sick at work or whatever, so they have a little sympathy and understanding.

If the worst happens, at least then people know the importance of being able to take time off to grieve, and it won't come as a bolt from the blue. From a practical point of view, there's Health and Safety to worry about if you're a working mom, there may be certain things you just can't do for the sake of the child you're carrying and it's important your co-workers know this so there can be no sense of unfairness or accidental discrimination. And yet there is still an enormous taboo surrounding revealing a pregnancy before that 12 week scan.

Loss happens. They reckon the rate of 1st trimester miscarriage is 20%. That's ENORMOUS. That's the main reason people don't reveal their news until the start of the second trimester. Yet, second trimester losses happen. Third trimester stillbirths happen. Should you keep schtum and out of sight until there's a baby in your arms? Ok, so that's taking things a bit far, but I hope you get my point.

I hope people can hold off on the hissing of indrawn breath and thoughts of "oh my, that's a bit soon, isn't it" (like I used to do/think), and just be HAPPY for us.

Our family is growing. This is a happy thing. If it ends in tears, we will need your love and support. If it ends in a baby - bouncing and perfect and beautiful - we will need your love and support. So just concentrate on the happy for now, until you know different. Please.

<3

Pregnancy FAQs

• Yes, this was planned – don’t be so damn cheeky! :o
• Yes, we know it's early to announce. Please see subsequent post for the reasons.
• Yes, we know we’ll have our hands full. One child for each hand – basic math, darlin’.
• Yes, we’ll be finding out ahead of time if we’re having a boy or a girl.
• No, we don’t mind which.
• No, it WON’T ruin the surprise. We’ll just get our surprise earlier is all.
• The method of giving birth will be down to circumstances at the time, obviously I can’t have a water birth with gas & air if an emergency section is needed. And HEY! That's kinda private, too!
• What I do with my boobs is none of your business, thanks. Baby will be fed. If boobs (or bottles) offend you, just look awaaaaaay.
• NO you can’t touch my belly. PERSONAL SPACE, DUDE!
• Yes, we have names lined up.
• No, we aren’t telling.

Any other questions? :)

Just a short one today:

Amazing the difference a couple of small pieces of

 chocolate can make to morning sickness.

And by "a couple of small pieces" I of course mean

HALF A CHOCOLATE ORANGE.

You know you're in first tri when...

The thought of eating anything more substantial than a piece of chocolate or a carrot stick fills you with revulsion...

And yet you could polish off a BBQ bacon cheeseburger with deceptive ease.

I've gained a sum total of 0.8kg during the pregnancy so far, and yet I'm back into my size 14 jeans due to discomfort in my 12's. Fret not, my beloved teenyjeans, I will be wearing you again soon...

A large part of my diet last week consisted of Reece's Nutrageous bars. OMG. It was a spontaneous buy (3 for £1.20... so I got 9) and they all got nerfed within the week. I was more restrained the last time I went shopping, no unnecessary chocolate purchases. That said, I have had 24 pieces of Green & Black's Butterscotch today...  /facepalm.

I'm struggling to get on the exercise bike and do my miles for Cats Protection, the nausea is... well, it's nausea. It's wiping me out fairly effectively, I have to say. I'm taking the opportunity of it being the weekend and having Bruce home to do as little as humanly possible so that it can do its thing and leave me the hell alone during the week when I need to keep house/cook/keep toddler alive all at the same time. That's the theory. Thankfully, my dad is taking Taylor on Wednesday - I will probably collapse in a little puddle of self pity instead of doing anything productive though.

And then feel enormous guilt, as there are thousands of couples who can't have kids of their own who would love to feel this shite/take care of their other half who felt like shite.

In other news, my little Facebook page, The Unloveables is now live, and I've had my first custom order placed already, bless your hearts!

I'm looking forward to next Friday, as that is when we get booked in with the Midwife. I'm not completely sure what to expect during that appointment - will they use a Doppler to see if they can hear the heartbeat? We'll be nearly 8 weeks by then so it should be discernible... Will they do blood tests? I'll eat something 2 hours before so that if they do a glucose test it should give me a good indication of whether I'm in danger of developing Gestational Diabetes again. I really really hope not. GD means big babies with big heads, and if Taylor is any kinda guideline of how the Minion will come out.... *shudder* I think I might opt for a C-section instead, thanks. Oh come on, don't look at me like that. His head was MASSIVE! Ach, we'll have a better indication of all that as we get further along into things. No point even thinking about it this early in the proceedings. I'm kinda hoping for a wee dating scan, but they might leave it until the end of November when we're closer to 12w.

That's it for now... my little secret diary... until I change all the privacy settings at once. BA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!

5am is not wake-up time.

But if you're in our house, it is.

Troll be trollin'. Babbling from 5am, finally crying (rather than going back to sleep) and only settled down when given a rusk. He didn't eat well yesterday, so I reckon that woke him. We have no concerns over his weight though, he's currently tracking above the 98th centile! Fat little chuff <3

Still pregnant! Dark lines on the pee sticks now, and the nausea though it comes and goes, always comes back in the end. I'm interested to know what flavour we're having simply because so far the pregnancy is a little dissimilar from the last one (MS coming and going, and a definite sweet tooth). I know, I know, each pregnancy is meant to be different... but you can't help but wonder. Trying to get a sexing scan in January, as the local hospital here won't tell you the sex at all.

In other news, I've set up a Facebook page for the little crochet critters I make, as there seems to be some demand for them! The Unloveables is where it's at, and though I will never make enough from it to life the life of Riley, it'll be enough to make my hobby a self-sustaining one.

Not long now til the booking appointment. Not sure what to expect here, having never gone through a pregnancy start to finish in the UK before. Exciting tiiiiimes!

ohai, morning sickness...

The nausea is getting stronger now and not just restricting itself to the evenings/bedtime. I've eaten this morning and I'm still feeling a little green around the gills!

Those breakfast biscuits you get? Excellent for just taking the edge off the nausea if you're in bed at night. Handy sized pack, nibbleable bikkits, taste half decent, does the job. And they aren't too bad for you in terms of calories or sugar, either.

Taylor is coming along in leaps and bounds, he's choosing to walk more often than before (though he still plays crawl-football with his bottle/toys) and he's getting more confident with each tiny step. Totally adorable, and I'm overwhelmed with pride every time I catch him beaming up at me because he's managed to get where he is on two feet alone.

We were supposed to be getting some pictures taken at the end of the month as Christmas presents for the family, but might have to make other arrangements (dammit). It'll be nice to have a range of family portraits, from the wedding picture (8w preg with Taylor) to this next one (preg with Minion!).

Turns out that we will be 12w gone with Minion on Taylor's 1st birthday - we're announcing before so his birthday doesn't get lampooned by the news!

relief, the line is finally getting appreciably darker...

I was getting worried that we were having a "chemical" there for a bit as the line didn't seem to be getting much darker... today's was a lot darker than yesterday's so I'm really quite relieved.

We have told most of the parents, FIL is at work though so is getting an email. Once I'm all booked in with the midwife and everything we will probably tell relatives further out - uncles and aunts, cousins, grandparents. That's if I can hold out that long! We were nearly outed today by an accidental comment on Facebook - thankfully the author edited it mightily quick so unless you were looking right at the moment it popped up as a notification, it will have been missed.

I've got a lot of crochet to be doing over the next couple of weeks, I'm making Zombie bunnies for some of the moms I know on Facebook. After that, there will be a couple of orders to fulfill as these particular bunnies seem rather popular! In the meantime, I'm working on a blanket for the Minion. Well, at the moment I'm still on the design and procurement stage. I'm leaning toward a bobble blanket in multi bright colours on white, with a white border.

But you can NEVER have too many blankets.

Especially in Scotland.

...still pregnant...

I woke up this morning convinced that if I took another test that there would be no line. I thought "great, I've told my parents and everything, now what will they think...!"

Nope, still pregnant!

The bottom test was done today, the line is getting darker and darker.... Once it is darker than the control line, I'll stop obsessing over it. When we were in Zim, our doctor had a portable ultrasound in his room so we got to see our firstborn growing month by month. This time, we'll get two NHS scans and one private sexing scan. JUST THREE SCANS?! Well, unless they class me as high risk again, in which case I'll get a couple more.

In the meantime...

MOAR BABIES!

We've been trying for another baby since we moved into our own place, but my cycle wasn't quite ready for this adjustment so really? We've technically only been trying since August.

Well, that was quick.

I got a very faint positive result on my pregnancy test on the 30th September, and promptly became hysterical. All of a sudden, the prospect of juggling two children and pets and hubby hit me like a ten tonne truck and I thought... ohf*ck. I struggled with telling my hubby, I thought for sure he'd think it was the worst timing ever and was worried that he wouldn't be happy. I really need not have worried at all. He is so happy, and though I never thought it possible, it made me love him just that little bit more.

The second test (done this morning) is that little bit darker... and will continue to get darker, all being well! I'm waiting on a call back from the Midwife, who will presumably set me up with paperwork and a 12w scan appointment in November sometime.

As for why we wanted another tiny grasping Murloc? Well, it's just one of those things. Originally, I didn't want kids. Any kids. Smelly, loud, expensive, and a hundred other reasons. Two weeks after I hit 30, it was all I wanted. We tried for 6 months and caught with our first, the Troll. I learned from that experience to nickname the second one something a little less portentous, so #2 is being known as the Minion.

And the Murlocs? I used to play Warcraft and I want to get back into it again, but it will be an expensive operation, as I would want to faction swap my toons and go back to the Horde. So I'm waiting... and then I shall pounce! ALL THE MURLOCS ARE BELONG TO US! *ahem*

Yeah, so when #2 arrives on the scene, I will be making them matching murloc outfits for Hallowe'en. Ha!