Today we had a midwife appointment, went to pick up a picture from the framers and then to the garden centre to pick something else up. And now I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. It doesn’t matter how many times I do this I always feel great, do too much and then pay for it. Does that mean I meet the definition for insanity? Perhaps.
Baby is still in the head down position which I was pretty sure of anyway. I can feel feet in my ribs constantly and Greig is amused by the frequent hiccups which we can feel low down.
Brodie you were really good this morning so we played in the playhouses at the garden centre and then stopped for a cake in the cafe. We shared this pink e-number laced concoction. Delicious.
Our sneaky cake outings are going to be seriously curtailed in the next few months so I don’t feel too guilty……