Morning all.
Thanks, Sho - I phoned my mum and luckily she had bought a new pair of shoes for the wedding, so I borrowed her slingbacks which are half a size larger than my feet and, due to slingbackiness, had some overflow room - much more comfortable. Except that it fcked with my hips big time. Heels + pregnancy do not* mix. Posh Spice is effing mental, she must be in secret agony during her pregnancies, silly bitch.
Wedding was amazing - my sister, mum and I were all crying during the father of the bride speech, which was actually the uncle of the bride, because her dad died years ago, so it was all v emotional and she looked so beautiful. I've never seen her done up so girlie.
Bump got lots of attention from all the rellies, not a single one of them tried to touch it (my family have class!) and baby kicked off twice during the ceremony - once at the vows, once at the 'pronounce them man and wife' bit - my sister was half crying (at the vows) and half giggling (at my undulating belly!)
I had a really weird dream last night, and it's the second time I've had it. I dream the bump is moving around a lot, lots of kicks which are getting stronger and stronger until I start seeing actual recognisable body parts like a foot and so on and these continue until they actually project from my stomach and kind of... the baby emerges, like flesh from my flesh, if that makes sense? And I start out being really freaked out, like 'help, I have to get him back in', but then I'm sitting there holding my baby, who is still partially attached to me and just cuddling him tight. It's very weird.
Anyone else totally over the pregnancy bit now? I just want to meet my son and give him a big cuddle and be able to turn over in bed without grunting.