Clearly an update is overdue. And we won't even mention my lovely paper diary with its delightful stripy cover and about three pathetic little entries. Well, it was an experiment that didn't pan out, that's all. Apparently updating online is easier for me, and updating in two places was just confusing.
(My memory, by the way and not even when influenced by pregnancy, is appalling. I'm watching Matt Damon on Inside The Actor's Studio and they've just shown a clip from The Good Shepherd. I know I've seen it, and I recognised the clip, and I have no clue what it was about. I get a lot of mileage out of reruns and re-reads, as you can imagine.)
These days I feel queasy a bit and it's been a lean weekend for poor B in terms of dinners, since I couldn't really muster the interest to plan anything for Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights. (In my defence, I was busy planning and making cupcakes for a two-year-old's birthday party, which took up all my food planning brain cells. Also, the party filled us up pretty well for Saturday night.) Then we had 5 Guys burgers on Friday evening and I had indigestion all night, so I decided I'd rather go to bed a little empty than too full. Basically, I haven't got to a part of the pregnancy where the baby actually needs extra food, and I'm not nursing enough for it to be going that way.
Monkey was sick the previous weekend and it took a week to get his sleep and eating back to normal, but I think we're back on track now. Today he had (and loved) peanut butter for the first time.
(Who is this Kimora person? And why should I care? Oh wow, there's going to be another season of Top Cut. No, what was it called? Project Shag? Step it up and Bang? Shear Genius, that was it. You wouldn't believe how long it just took me to remember that.)
Right. I have thank-you cards to write and photos to send to grandparents. And early bed to go to.
Matt Damon. Good. Mmm.