So I'm finding this LFW pretty tough on my body. Yesterday morning, I took a time-out, and sat, whacked drooped over a lap top computer and wondered whether I'd be able to take another 9.5 weeks of this lethargy. And then, after a battle of a day, when I literally ate myself to energy, I received a letter from my midwife saying that my iron levels are too low and I need to go to the clinic and pick up supplements. Right, so that explains why after putting my mascara on (one eye) this morning, my arm actually felt tired. I'm not exaggerating. My body is like a lead weight, so I'm actually excited to get these darn little tabs and start to replenish my energy levels.
In other news, London Fashion Week has seen some pleasant clothes, none of which I can wear of course. Everyone is being very nice and giving the bump a wide bearth. If I listen to my fashion set, it's going to be a boy. Everyone has said it. Mmm, a BBF for little Benjamin. How cute.
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