It's happening tomorrow, and if I wasn't so darn tired (long, boring story), I'd be jumping up and down with glee. Instead, I'm amusing myself with this cute picture. Obviously, our trip won't involve two babies, but still, it's a sweet image for a Friday.
I have a list as long as my arm of things to buy, courtesy of Lovely Friend Amy. So I feel prepared and DH is actually quietly excited I think, or at least, not totally dreading the prospect. Especially, as we'll be heading to the baby department via Uniqlo so that he can get some new cords and stuff. I think he's really buying into this Dad Wardrobe thing. He already has two new coats and wants some jumpers too. I'm assuming there are going to be a lot of 'big walks' on the cards.
Anyway, we're going to John Lewis (where else?!), and we're going buy up big on the 4th floor. We're also investing in a Flip video camera so that DH can film the birth. Kidding, seriously kidding. It's so that we can film the little one as it grows up and hopefully enjoys it's life at our little Queens Park home.
The rib/diaphragm (who knew diaphragm had a 'g' in it?!) thing is still a right pain in the chest (ha ha) so I've decided that I'll be spending at least a day a week working from home from now on. Deputy seems to think this is totally fine, and she knows, she popped one out last August and found commuting while you waddle rather taxing too. So I'm relieved that there will be a bit of respite from this office-related body pain. Talking of which, I must dash, have another pregnancy massage to attend to. It's all in the name of work, you know. Boy, I do love my job sometimes. Toodle pip.
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