Another scan this morning, it all looks good and maturing away. George calls me Mother Goose with all the eggs I’m carrying. I’m so bloated, you can almost see those eggs growing in there.
Then work, my manager told me he expects me to come to Paris for 2 days a week once this is done. Damn. I knew it would catch up with me sooner or later. I won’t even have the ‘can’t fly in third trimester’ excuse since it’s all train. Paris, guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.
Tonight seeing Avengers. Doctor on Sunday. Playing video games over the weekend. Living the high life.
My garden though. Here’s my lilac blooming away.
And all the little pots and plants. Someone had walked in one of them. I blame my hound. Or a cat.
Room full of sun, dogs and flowers.
Happy weekend guys. I see you at the other end of some scans and doctor appointments. Love.