The Money Shot (and another one for good luck)

This is me and bump in Provence. We had a lovely time, although the old days of rotisserie chicken style sunbathing are no more. I was conscious not to get the little one too hot, and even though the Mistral wind meant that it felt relatively cool in the 35 degree heat, the intensity of the sun was just too much. So I sat in the shade for most of the time.
The shade has its benefits, it turns out. Especially when you are on holiday with an 8 month old baby (among others). Having Dylan Pops there made me SO excited for the arrival of the Pullen Bear. His smiles, laughter and general naked funniness kept us all amused and meant I got a bit of bubba practise in too. Even his midnight crying somehow didn't annoying me; I'm clearly getting ready for this motherhood lark.
The lack of chilled wine and champagne also somehow paled into insignificance when I got a kick from the inside. This baby is one active little tyke. It is moving constantly these days (does this mean I don't have a sleeper on my hands?), and wiggles like a trooper. But I love it. And DH does too. He thinks it's a girl now. Mainly because it doesn't stand still - just like it's Mamma.