Yes, here I am JW, co-eeee! So, let me catch up: JJ, writing from her poo-filled home, is looking forward to a shopping spree for funereal garb and the touching gift of a Sonicare for Mother's Day; JW is cruelly questioning her DH's manly DIY skills after only 2 years of his procrastinations and mrsB has narrowly avoided suffocating baby D with cot bumpers, the poor child being saved only by the swift actions of Bonzo. And all I've done is go to Asda (budget week, no Sainbury's allowed) and hang out a load of washing. Lovely sunshine though!
My DC also survived cot bumpers and this new one will be expected to follow suit, if it's full term and hale and hearty. We have one with little pockets in it each containing a soft toy that makes a different sound and I'm looking forward to being woken by the sound of baby giggles and various rattles and squeaks .
Tee so sorry you're still feeling nauseous. I'm not feeling 100% meself still, and the bump is really dragging. I looked in the mirror this morning and decided something needed doing so I used some of that new Boots No 7 skin illuminating fluid to which I treated myself with a £5 off voucher last week - and THREE people in the playground said how well I was looking. It's even lighter than their tinted moisturiser I usually use but still somehow manages to even things out. A miracle! btw, I'm in awe of your bladder sitting in a cinema for 2.5 hours! Slumdog Millionaire is 2 hours plus ads and trailers and I had to go for a wee just before the film started and barely managed to hold on til the final credits .
Parent's evening for DS this afternoon - here's hoping he's been more imaginative with his diary entries; last time we went in he'd written the same thing EVERY Monday in the What I Did at the Weekend: "I plaid with my dee ess". No mention of football, walks, family visits, lunches with friends, going to the park, bowling, the movies, parties etc etc... the shame of it!