8th Month

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!

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