Happy Saturday guys! What is it about long weekends that make the following week so insane? Something to do with having to cram 5 days' worth of work into 4 I guess haha.
So enjoyed a sleep-in and lazy breakfast with V this morning. He's only been a few hours away down the cost, working on an RFS contract, so it's not been a particularly lonely week, but its always so so so lovely having him home.
Draped the bump in some stripes and dragged her out for coffee/muffins and a hair appointment - a much needed trim and re-reddening. Emerged feeling human once more, yew!
On that note, this pregnancy gig is amusing at times in the way that suddenly everyone has an opinion and your body is somehow public property. Colouring one's hair whilst duffed up is apparently somewhat of a divisive issue! As is coffee. And exercising. Heh. The list goes on. Luckily my attitude is generally to smile and nod, and maybe inwardly roll my eyes a bit. I'm positive every pregnant lady experiences this so I know I'm in good company!
Anyways. There's a cat-laden couch and some episodes of Rachel Zoe calling my name. Have lovely evenings all!
PS: As some of you have asked - this poor little unborn kidlet is so being enrolled in ballet classes as soon as she turns 4, here's laughing if she grows up a total bunhead-loathing tomboy!
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