Scarpa buys her first maternity bra

She is now wearing a flipping double D cup...

Week 16

I blame the following entirely on lack of blood.

I have become a trophy girlfriend. I’ve been pep talked, dressed up and then shown off. It all began last Friday afternoon, Spikey and I were on our way back from our first appointment with the midwife (which involved various blood tests and some very personal questions) when we came across this little boutique with sparkly dresses. As we had a wedding to attend on the Saturday (one of his friends tying the knot), Spikey decided we should have a look. I had already bought a shocking pink sixties dress in my favorite vintage shop near Brick Lane and was half way through altering the sleeves, so I didn’t really see the point, but went along anyway. After trying on about 20 dresses in purple, green, blue, burgundy (!), velvet, silk, satin; sequined, beaded and embroidered, I finally went along with a black, Audrey Hepburn style, kneelength dress that will fit me for the next two weeks and then again hopefully in a years time or so. I even let him pay. Lack of blood I say! The independent modern woman’s worst enemy. Makes her enjoy pampering and attention. Burn her at the stake! Lack of blood I say.

Week 15 - up the duff

I've always thought it was funny that when people have children, they put pictures of them on their msn messenger display, rather than pictures of themselves... Do you really have to loose your idendity when you become a parent??? I can sort of feel it starting already, people offering to lend me big clothes (no individual style anymore?), people asking me things about my body I would NEVER discuss with anyone but my doctor (no privacy anymore?). Even sweet Spikey has a tendency to speak to my tummy, rather than my face - well I suppose it's better than him speaking to my breasts... come to think of it, he might even start that soon, seeing as they're gonna go up two cup sizes! The shops also seem to think that there is only one type of person who decides to have children, and that's the type of person who wears frilly things with pink flowers on them and has a passion for corduroy and beige - well I've fallen out of category before, I suppose I could just continue. Anyway, if anyone sees a nice black wool/cotton dress, scoop neck, long sleeves, straight, sort of kneelength and with some stretch in it AND within a normal person's budget, please let me know.

Basky and I!

Has my social life suffered lately?
Have I been tired, a bit sick and even scared?
Have I shown extreme negligence to this little blog site?
I think I can safely say 'yes!'... 'oh yes!'
Explanation: I have a Basky. I call it Elvis sometimes (no particular reason). It's really tiny (but growing). A little thingy inside me. I saw it the other day, waving, kicking, stretching... It's really there! I didn't really believe it until I saw it. A baby!