Jealous you're going to the ballet katee :) I love it :)
Oh vallinna I sympathise. DH and I are always doing stuff like that. DH locked me in the house once when I had one of the worst hangovers of my life, and we had no food or drink - not even bread or milk. I spent 8 hours drinking tap water and trying not to die
. And coaaf is right about the love hearts (both that they work and that I'm always banging on about them now
)
I asked a similar question on the June thread about mattresses/donated moses baskets as my step-mum gave us her old moses basket, all washed and re-decorated and lovely, but I think it has an old mattress (can't be sure). Not sure if they were being over-cautious but everybody there said change the mattress for each new child ...
confessions I think you're going to beat me if you have that sweep
. Had a scan yesterday and the baby is back to back and not engaged at all. I know she could engage and turn during labour but it seems like she's pretty happily just meandering about in there and not doing much to prepare for the birth!
Oh katee I hope you're okay today. Sometimes these things are just weird one-offs and I hope that's the same for you.
Went to see Take That in Sunderland on Tuesday. Got put in the press box because I'm pregnant (or, as the man put it, 'disabled'
!!!). Then saw loads of other pregnant people go by who didn't get spotted by the stewards and therefore had no special treatment. Weird, but I'm not complaining! They were amazing. I am so glad I went or I'd regret it forever. And luckily the bump was silent during the Pet Shop Boys and bouncing about with gay abandon during TT :)
We had to get from Sunderland to Cambridge by 9am the next morning though, so we could be here in time for the men who were replacing our windows. Sunderland is a bloody long way from Cambridge, so DH and I spent the day recovering. Still a bit knackered and I have a speed awareness course today. Also have a bruise on my head as DH accidentally hit me with a curtain pole. Bruised, battered, pregnant and speeding ... oh dear.