Getting excited now

It's Thursday at last (was convinced it was actually Thursday yesterday) and that means only two days until Saturday, and Saturday is the day I get tattooed and that means it's also the time we get to start trying for a baby.

I'm excited about everything!
Tomorrow night the children will go to stay at Pauline's (MIL) house and we'll be picking them up late on Saturday. It'll be the longest they've been away for a while, they will love it! I've asked my SIL Ashleigh to dog-sit for me, as poor Tonks will not take well to being alone so long. Liam and I are going to have to leave super early in the morning, to get from here to Paddington, and from Paddington to Cheltenham, and then find the tattooist place by 10am(ish).
Hopefully this will leave enough time for both me and Liam to be inked. I'm getting my back done, only stage one, but as it's my first, it's a big deal. It will be viney leaves like ivy, with roses and bluebells, curving slightly around my back as it will create half a frame for my finished piece. I'm not exactly sure where on my back it will be yet, or how big, that's to be worked out on Saturday.
Liam is getting his belly re-done. He has a dragon there that was his first tattoo. I designed it by doodling one day, Liam took it along and the crappy tattooist cocked it up, plus now it's faded too. Sarah Street should hopefully do a great cover up job. She hasn't designed anything yet, but he's confident in her abilities on the day.
We are going to be there for quite some time though. The train journey alone is 3 hours long! I'm really going to need something to read, a few things to read! And food, lots of it. I have been told to take a camera, so that I can get pics of it in the process, which sounds quite cool actually, if I'm allowed in the room with Liam, and he with me. When he got his belly done I was told to stay in the waiting room, but then that's a dodgy old place, and I've not been with him for his other ones.

What do I wear though? I know Liam will be bothered about be getting my tits out - that's just like him. But I don't know what I could do, if it's on the upper part of my back. I guess I'd be lying down anyway, so pretty hidden - it's not like I want to flash these pregnancy ravaged flappers! He suggested I wear a halterneck this morning. I pointed out to him that halternecks do actually have a back to them, and besides, the only halterneck top I have is a crop one that's been hidden away for about 9 years!
I guess I just think of something I don't mind getting blood on, nothing too tight, and not a dress, because it will have to be removed.


And then comes the far bigger excitement. The baby, or the trying to make one. I've been up and down about this subject really. Recently I was down, as the day approached I realised how much Liam has on, and how I don't want to add to his stresses. I know that he doesn't particularly want to TTC, but he would rather have a baby than me be miserable, I also know that once I'm pregnant, he would be over the moon - it's just that right now he is apprehensive.
I actually think he's a lot more for the idea than I am allowing myself to believe. After, it's really not that long ago that he bought those gorgeous baby outfits, to remind me how he was actually fine, and lovely, and being the best husband and father in the world...
Right now I am up, and remembering how lovely Liam is and has been helps. This morning I bounced out of bed and as I made it I thought of how lovely it will be to snuggle up in there with my new little one. I'm feeling all mushy and happy, I just have to hope that the plans all go well now - it took over 2 years to conceive Frazer!


My last excitement is an anxious, antsy kind of thing. I got a text message from Laura today, asking about how many tickets she should book for the roller disco she is organising. I've asked Liam and he's pointed out that we don't have the money and that he thought I'd already told her! I didn't tell her! He told me not to, because we might have the money when the time comes around - gah! Why did I listen to him? Now it's going to seem like I'm just trying to get her back, by leaving it so late...
Ah well, I will have to tell her that we've just worked out train fares and cost of the tattoos and wont be able to afford to go out, hopefully I wont come across completely dodgy. I have better things to think about!