A Spot of Afternoon Tea

Good plan: going for afternoon tea.
Bad plan: picking a cafe right at the top of The Mound when you're nearly 37 weeks pregnant.
Worse plan: Choosing to then walk around Princes St for an hour or so afterwards just to get some bath bombs and a photo of an owl.

Although I did come home and half a bath. Before dinner time. I should probably be ashamed at having a bath in the middle of the day but my hips were (and still are) killing me a bit.

This morning was also an early one because we had to go back to the hospital for a follow up from Thursday nights visit. Everything was fine though and baby was wriggling about like mad. All in all a good but very tiring day...