if the bump fits...

It's actually quite difficult taking pictures of yourself when the main thing you want to photograph is your gargantuan stomach.

I suppose the obvious answer is to ask someone else to do it for you or set the timer or something high tech like that but I chose to use up incredibly important snoozing time fannying around with the camera trying to get a decent snap that took in the whole bump and didn't make me look fat (I'm PREGNANT for God's sake - don't expect me to make sense).

I got 2. All the others were of my slippers or the photos on the wall, or my actual fat so they all went in the bin, obv.

So - it's two weeks till the baby is due. That is 14 days. If I could be arsed getting up off the sofa I would do some kind of 'oh-my-god-freak-out-holy-mackerel-what-the-hell-was-I-thinking' style dance, but fortunately I have got myself into the special Abi's bum shaped dent in the sofa and I probably couldn't get out of it on my own accord even if I tried (maybe with some kind of a winch hooked round the mantel piece, but where would I get one of those right now?).

So instead, I'm basically going to just sit here and wait on Bry bringing me a plate of chocolate profriteroles. I'll eat these very swiftly - making lots of food porn noises and then I will make a comment about him finding a hobby that isn't fattening and then I'll look longingly at his glass of wine and I'll do a sad head shake at the unfairness of it all (he gets cake AND wine. Hmmph) and then I'll go to bed.

Yep. That's about it for the next 2 weeks I suspect. Doesn't sound too bad actually..now, where's that pudding?

Bryan? Bryan!

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Oh - p.s - care to place a bet on what flavour of bump it is? We don't know what we're having this time, the 'surprise' is KILLING ME. I am rubbish at patience. RUBBISH.