Sorry, I'm a day late on this. But the chair took precedence. Anyhoo, the profile diary is back to celebrate my 34th week (or 35th week coming, which is the way all the American sites refer to pregnancy time, and which is frankly, rather confusing). Look how much I've dropped. This picture has even surprised me! And that's saying something seeing as I inspect the bump every morning and evening. It certainly feels like the Bear's head is lower. Crossing my legs is a total chore these days, and I walk like a very slow OAP. But anyway, at least things are heading in the right direction.
This picture was taken in our new fashion cupboard. Notice how much nicer, and brighter it is than the hovel we inhabited previously. I am excited to finish work, but I'll miss it too. Especially the bonuses, like the two pairs of cream cashmere socks that I've just swiped for my hospital bag.
In non-materialistic developments, the Bear is EXTREMELY active at the moment and it's slightly freaking me out. It's hard bone against my soft tissue is a feeling that I can't describe. I love how active it is, I find it reassuringly, but the proding and the waves of movement that you can see from several metres away are certainly something to get used to.
It is DH's birthday tomorrow so I've been trying to dart around to get extra bits for him as I like to spoil the old boy on his big day. It turns out that 'just popping into town' after work, isn't quite as easy as it used to be. Yesterday, there were delays on the Bakerloo line so I was sardined in (not comfortable at the best of times) and then, after dragging my butt around the shops, had to run for the bus. I call it running, because in my head, it was a progression from walking, but in truth, I'm not sure I actually picked up any extra speed. Thankfully, the nice driver of the number 6 saw the whale coming and left the doors open. Then I collapsed (as elegantly as possible), into the first available seat and huffed and puffed all the way home.
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