Sad times, bad times, good times.

I passed the dreaded GTT. (good)

I've been eating a LOT recently, and making poor choices at that. (bad)

Bruce's house in London is under offer. (good)

And for just over the asking price. (really good)

But we're not ready to look at buying yet, and might not be until after Minion is born. (bad, I want to decorate SO BAD right now)

We're expecting family over from Zim in the next week or so. (good)

Who are arriving after the funeral of a much-loved friend of the family, a funeral we likely cannot attend. (sad)

Taylor's still kinda teething. (sad and bad)

But he's getting better at accepting help with it (gel, Anbesol, Calpol). (good and also sad)

And has gotten over his temporary lactose intolerance from that tummy bug in January. (good)

But can still be a picky wee shite at dinnertime. (feckin' typical)

And still doesn't like cheese. (wtf)

But sleeps through the night on average once a week now. (welcome relief)

My shrink wants me to attend psychotherapy again. (good. well, better than the meds option)

But this can't start until after the birth. (bad)

So I've got everyone keeping a close eye on me. (good, but kinda creepy, y'know?)

In the meantime, the other June babies have started to pop. (bad)

But they are all doing well, despite being so very small. (good)

It still hasn't really sunk in how much this lil Minion will change our lives. (no, really, it hasn't)

But I'm looking forward to a new adventure. (good)

With my slightly bigger than little family. (very good)