But, anyway, shoes. They're not very thrilling to look at, being much the same as the old ones but with the undeniable advantage of not being seven years old, but they're comfy, and I can walk in them (I haven't tested them on a long distance yet, but so far so good), and they're about half an inch higher than the old ones, which makes me feel just that little bit sassier.
Today I'm officially twelve weeks pregnant. And feeling just a tiny bit queasy to mark the occasion. Boss took the news very well, and says I'm not to be giving him absence forms to sign for an hour off here and there - that I should only take sick leave if I need a half day or more. So that's fine by me.