Dear Oliver,

It’s been a strange year and it’s not about to get any quieter.
It seems that despite being very vocal about my rubbish time being pregnant with you, it didn’t put me off.
That theoretical sibling we’ve been talking about has become a literal one.
Any plans to make a cute announcement as suggested by the evil Pinterest went out the window when I was admitted to hospital with hyperemesis gravidarum AGAIN.
I’m not sure why my children like to try and kill me through dehydration but it’s not cool guys; not cool.

During that fun time in hospital I missed you incredibly and was feeling very sorry for myself, so I asked your Granny Betty to bring me a funny movie to watch on the laptop.
I specifically asked for one that would distract me from being separated from my son.
In her wisdom she brought me ‘Philomena’.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fantastic movie but not one to watch if you don’t want to have your heart broken.
The fact that it’s about a woman’s search for her son after he was illegally adopted didn’t exactly distract me from being away from you.
Thanks Mum.

On the upside, this baby has only had me in hospital once (so far) so it’s automatically been bumped to the favourite child spot, sorry.

I haven’t given much thought to the practicalities of having a second child just yet. To be honest I’m trying to survive being pregnant.
When the reality of it hits, it’s usually around 4am and I’m wide awake asking: “How the hell am I going to do this?”
I’m not going to lie, there’s been a lot of cold sweat and panicky moments over the last few months.
I hope the excitement of it all will overtake the fear aaaaaany day now.

You’re not going to be happy about this new addition, I’m preparing for this already by randomly picking up strangers’ children and pretending to take them home.
If you think you’re unhappy just think how the parents of those children feel? Don’t worry, I give them back before any charges are brought up.

The cats weren’t happy with you coming to town but now they’ve learned to accept it by creepily glaring at you through the kitchen window 24/7.
I won’t make you live outside when the baby comes or anything so already you’re doing better than them.

We’ve still got five months to figure all this out so let’s not panic more than we have to.
In the meantime I vote for blissful ignorance, you in?

Love always,

Mum