Friday nights in

This weekend I'll be nine months pregnant. Hard to believe right... and I never thought of this until Ingrid pointed it out... most people only find out they're pregnant (especially when they're not trying to) round three months. Me, I found out from the get go! My body just would not let me live in blissful ignorance - or should I say, this little girl was determined to make her presence felt from the start. Can you imagine I've been pregnant since December last year people!

I went to get my nails done for the shoot tomorrow - it was a dire situation - I even destroyed a new pair of tights I just bought with the jagged edges, courtesy of all the packing, moving and unpacking.

Danica - thanks for the spa voucher - it's about to be used... I might add on a back massage as it's been killing me lately, and the cold hasn't been helping either.

It's Friday, and my hubby always calls to find out what my plans are for international party night. I think I can count on one hand the number of Friday nights out he's missed - in his life! Seriously. Absolutely bloody nothing, I always reply. Nothing and nobody will make me stray from my route home past the video store, into a long bath for a soak and making some home cooking or ordering in... It's been like that for a month and I'm sticking to it. This weekend is going to be filled with 'nesting' activities, interviewing prospective domestics and nannies, unpacking boxes and of course taking photos!

Happy weekend all!

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