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!

BAD MOTHER...

BAD MOTHER…

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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