Good afternoon, one and all ...
Well, the street art/graffiti protest is still there: DP has been deputed to Deal With It on friday while I hide in the house and eat easter eggs. He woke me up by chuckling this morning, and when I demanded to know what the hell he was laughing at at 6.30am, he admitted it was the thought of chalking 'officious neighbour' on the pavement ... I am far too weedy to do anything like that, but he, alas, is not - Marina, you may well have created a monster
Have decided to encourage the baby to put in an appearance by making as many appointments as possible over the next week or so - somewhat in the manner of lighting a cigarette to summon a bus (happy memories). So have a massage booked for Friday and hair colour for next tuesday, and am feeling far more sanguine about the whole business (feetheart, will still be trying the pineapple though) (and CM, am delighted that champagne is medically recommended, and have demanded that DP furnish me with some, forthwith. Thought of sex at this late stage, however, is horrifying. Simply horrifying. Bleee).
Lovely and pretty healthy lunch with friend (soup, salad, feta cheese and salami, apple, mmmm), followed by a bar of Dairy Milk on bus home (mmmm mmmmmm) and am going out for dinner with those of us from ante-natal class still waiting to pop tonight, which I imagine will involve commiseration and more chocolate.
Enid, body brushing is the only beautifying thing I do consistently, as it really definitely does make a difference, to the feel of your skin if nothing else. And I only do it for about 30 secs a day. Highly recommended! Someone told me it's good to do on your stomach when you're pg too, to prevent stretchmarks, and I haven't got any (yet ... ) so praps there's truth in it (although, you know, ). Like the look of those jeans. Am thinking I will need a bra for my stomach after this business is over.
Duchess, hope the backache is improving?
TQM, excellent work on the easter egg