Hi y'all!
Hope you're all having splendid weekends - I went out dancing last night till midnight! Friend's wedding, aww bless the groom he was in tears saying his vows, my friend was sniggering, she did look pretty spectacular tho ... I had a fleck of dust in my eye too.
Felt good to squash my fat feet into pointy gold heels and give my ridiculous belly a shake a-like-a-polaroid-pickcha. Well DD-to-be-1 seems to have decided she quite likes the footling breech position tickling my bladder thank you very much, I figure a bit of dance-floor action might persuade her otherwise.
My PARENTS are coming over in a bit, this happens so seldom I am almost nervous about it. How ridiculous is that. They don't come see me very often, (like, once a year!) and was blubbing to best friend on the phone about it till she said 'oh get a grip, your parents love you, you're having a baby your hormones are all up the wall it'll be all better soon'. She's ace.