News International have moved offices. This means a rather manic start to the week and a general rummaging through of stuff that I have accumulated, at work, over the past six years. Actually, the majority of this sorting happened last week, but today while unpacking my crate, I came across this priceless photo, above. I'm not sure why it was at work in the first place, but it certainly hammered home a point. This is me (left, unfortunate looking) and one of the other bumpettes (blonde, angelic) at kindergarten together nearly three decades ago. Er, hello. This blows my mind. Soon, our children will be sitting next to each other playing with toys. It's kind of crazy that we shared our formative years (thank you Alyth) and are now sharing this pregnancy malarky. Wow, life happens in strange ways.
In other news, I went to a fancy dress party on Saturday night (photo to follow) and not only managed to wear a pair of Miu Miu heels until 1am, but was also chatted up. I know, I'm not sure which is more impressive either. The poor boy didn't see the bump (also, amazingly unbelievable), and was mortified when The Berman Over From LA, pointed out the elephant in the room. I was pretty impressed with myself, especially considering I was also wearing a pair of large, Timmy Mallet-style 80s glasses and a Fergie bow in my hair - it was fancy dress, I haven't lost my fashion marbles just yet. Wonders really do never cease in this upside world of pregnancy. The fact that the Poor Boy was hopelessly drunk is inconsequential. The very act of his interest means I am not an old, past it Mum-to-be, quite yet.
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