depressing myself

I haven't posted anything for AGES as i realised that blogging about what's going on in my life was depressing me and would surely have the same effect on anyone else who stumbled across the pages.

but you know, my blog's become a bit of a reliable friend over the past few pregnant lonely months and i couldn't stay away that long.

so the good things at the moment are

1. nigel. the marriage counsellor / mind reader. i love him.

2. the showbiz wedding in france that the little thing was flower girl for is OVER

3. summer finally being here, therefore ice cream being totally legitimate

4. the little thing. not to bore you with the details but SO adorable.

and the bad things at the moment are


1. having comedy pregnant bump with stick arms and legs. being told i look fab when i feel like bursting. the words glamorous and elegant. just leave me alone.

2. shame at showbiz wedding of having to juggle baby and bump while the hubs drank/ smoked/ socialised / had hangover etc etc

3. inability to sleep at night compared with ability to enter deep deep sleep at 0700 each morning just as little thing wakes up.


so on balance things are neither dreadful nor dreamy. and shalimar the clown was a great read and i'm always so grateful for any little convincing escape from reality.