39 weeks
So. After all that, the Squidlet seems to have decided she's in no hurry to come out after all, and we've got to 39 1/2 weeks. Because of her early escape attempt, I've been more or less mentally prepared for her to turn up for the last three of those weeks, and I'm starting to get a bit frustrated.
Also, it's gone relatively cold here, which would be fine except I only have one pair of maternity jeans. Cue cut-offs with knee socks on the days my jeans are in the wash... the giraffe print socks look particularly classy. Oh yes.
(No, I don't go out much, why do you ask?)
Come ON, Squidlet. I want to be able to wear skirts again. And to be able to walk at normal speeds. And drink vast quantities of beer eat things with raw eggs in. I have plans for a chestnut tiramisù which are becoming increasingly urgent.
Oh, and while we're at it: one bump picture.
I wasn't consciously attempting to imitate the penguin in the corner, either. Honest.
YAY! :) you look so incredibly cute - as I knew you would! incidentally, I noticed you have my blog on your honour roll... I've got nothing on Pioneer Woman, though. She's in another class of superhuman (or, at least, supermom). But I love her site, and recipes. :) Meanwhile, I've been delinquent these days on the blogging department...
ReplyDeleteMon aînée m'a fait le même genre de blagues... Courage, bientôt la fin. ;)
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