Bathbombs, blogging and attempted break ins

Oh wow last night took a turn. I ended my post because dolly finally had a poo. Well things went from bad to much worse. We cleaned her up best we could. I say we because it was a 2 man job! One on legs one on wipe. Once semi clean we popped her in the bath. She was being all cute, me and reece was giggling away at her like we always do " ohhhh look at her splashing" next minute she does a little fart and we think its the best thing in the world, "ohhh look she farted in the bath how cute". Then BOOM the bath was full with shit! #BATHBOMB
Tonight's been a lot less drama free. We have had another poop explosion but nothing a bit of vanish cant handle. And guess what? Reece has gone to the cinema without me. Which means I get some me time. I literally can not remember the last time this happened. Due to the fact I haven't been wanting to be alone. And reece has felt like he needs to stay with me to make sure I'm ok. By ok I mean I'm not going to freak out and start wanting to harm myself with every object I come into contact with. But now we are moving forward. He can trust me and I trust myself.
So I had big plans for tonight, do my nails, pop some memories in my scrap book. So far i've laid on the sofa in my pants snuggling dolly, eating a giant toblerone. And I'm not moving. The nails are not getting done if anyone asks I will just say the chipped look is a vintage style.
Up to now I've posted about the lead up to birth. After the ECV I was just waiting to go into labour. And she made me wait. I was almost 42 weeks when she finally made and appearance. I had several sweeps, I ate the hottest food I could find, had sex, and went for walks.You name it I tried it but she just was not budging. And I was huge. Before my pregnancy I was just under 9st at the end of my pregnancy I was 13 stone. Every part have me had doubled in size. Id go to the supermarket, women would do a little smile and shoulder shrug combo and men would literally run in the other direction!
Nothing fit only a scabby pair of my mother in laws pjs and a bright purple dressing gown. This was what I had to hobble into the hospital wearing. Oh the shame, I looked like the purple chocolate you get from a tin of quality streets, With the big nut popping out the front. I mean who wants to hobble into the hospital, standing still every so often to screw my face up like I was sucking a lemon and moan like a whale. So embarrassing.
I had laboured for like a whole day by the time I was admitted to the hospital. Having the odd contraction I got little sleep. The plan was to have some pain relief get some rest and have my waters broke the next day. A shot of diamorphine and I felt like I was floating, off to sleep I went. Mumbling about how much I love the world.
Then the big day arrived I was minutes away from having my waters broke, but first I needed a wee. Of the the loo I went and WHHOOSSHH they broke on the toilet. PHEW. It was so funny I thought id had the baby I was like omg shes in the toilet! If it was only that easy.
OMFG got to go someone just tried to get in my house, thank god I have a chain on my door. Someone has obviously seen reece leave the house and not lock the door behind him. And decided to chance it later on in the night. Thinking nobody was in. Your  probably wondering why I'm blogging. But i've had a panic, Reece and his brother are on the way.  Chat soon