I put my foot RIGHT in it with my mum. She really, really didn't want to know the gender of the baby, but as we've been calling it "her" and calling her by her name for the last 5 weeks, it's really hard to get out of the habit. Almost got out of mums house on Thurs night and about 20 mins before we left I said "her" twice and she picked up on it. She had actually said, "Oh you're carrying the exact same way as with DD1. I bet it's a girl." Plus she'd picked up lots of little things for me at the Oxfam shop for me to choose from and though I'd taken a "boys" vest and a couple of blue things, I also took a little pink tracksuit for an older baby so she was pretty sure. Oh well. One VERY cute thing she got was a swim suit for a 0-3mth baby girl. Awwwhhh. It's teeny-tiny. I don't know if it will get any use, but it's so, so cute. Purple with little frills.
The crib she got me is lovely and Easyjet took it as outsize luggage for no extra cost, which was great.
Wedding on Friday was nice. DH and I had our hair done on Fri morning. DH was an usher so he unfortunately had to go off to various "locations" for photos. At around 9pm when they were clearing tables off the dancefloor I decided to go for a lie down. Didn't wake up until 11.30 when DH came looking for me. Thought I might as well stay in bed as everyone was legless by that stage. Read for a few hours and went back to sleep. DH was out Weds night after work, then stayed up Thurs night before the wedding with some of the other guests until nearly 4am. Then stayed up til after 3am on Fri night as well. I actually didn't mind until the then said he wanted to skip going to my mums for the night on Sat (we both have issues with my step-dad, so dread going) and could he go out with some of the guys instead. Told him he could go home or come to mums, but that three nights out ont he trot was more than generous. Ended up having a massive row on the way to mums which ended up with me pulling over in a some random town and saying he should get a cab back to his mates because I didn't want to have him in the car a minute longer. He went as far as getting his stuff out of the boot and then sat back in and apologised. Not much later, one of his mates texted him to say that I was a saint for not minding him being out so much! Felt rather vindicated and DH was suitably chagrin (and embarrassed thinking of how they would have reacted if he'd shown up, sans wife, for yet another night out.)
Tired today. Did a whole lot of driving over the weekend, though and I think travelling takes it out of you a bit.
Oh mum gave me a left over Christmas pud she'd made. Yum. I ate about two thirds of the one she gave us for Christmas. I love it. She makes them really light texture, with tons of booze and with butter rather than lard so there's no aftertaste.
Oh, had a bit of a blow up at one of the guys in work a bit earlier. Bought a chocolate muffin iwht lunch and of course SOMEONE had to say SOMETHING. Am so sick of them. Said, "Can we just STOP commenting on what I'm eating? Every time I have lunch SOMEBODY has SOMETHING to say." Of course they just laughed at me. Oh well. Told DH as well becuase I'm sick of him going on at me about how many Twixes I eat. I've taken to standing in the kitchen to eat treats. Well if I don't actually get any enjoyment out of the treat, the chances are that I'll have another one. If I was allowed to actually sit down and enjoy my food without being admonished, then I might not eat so much! Swines!
That's it from me I think.