Well this is a countdown of sorts: this weekend we have officially hit the 8th month of pregnancy, and I am a tangled confusion of emotions: my back aches terribly, I have oodles of energy, there are parties to attend, flights are booked to visit pal in Milano, scared – nay; petrified, of the birthing process, the Seahorse bucks and kicks incessantly, I suffer heartburn after each meal, and I am not willing (yet) to create a ‘hospital bag’ for the impending birth.
What to do? Attend Rio’s hen do and party hard, that’s what!
This is the kick off to the next eight weeks. I intend on making the very most of’ my ‘singleton’ status, beginning with tonight…Seahorse, get ready coz mumma wants to PARTAY!