the lady at the cafe in the Dompost building and her daughter who works the coffee machine have been discussing whether you are showing or just fat. Funny, they thought that Sweeney was my baby because of how much he comes to visit me. Before they knew my name they called me 'the girl with the baby'.
I must say, I am LOVING maternity pants. No more being cut in half by my waistband! I don't know why they don't have stretchy waistbands on all trousers. They really rock. I am also loving that empire lines are in, so I can get cheap goodies at Glassons in the coming months and not have to buy special maternity tops. I'm 14 weeks today, but still have a pretty upset stomach and the mornings are punctuated by outrageous burping that makes the cat sit up in surprise.
The subs are discussing the last episode of the Sopranos so I'm blocking my ears. I haven't seen this half of the series because 9.30pm is way past this old girl's bedtime, I'm going to have a marathon when it comes out on DVD. The Sopranos are to me what Harry Potter is to those weirdos who like Harry Potter, so when it's over it'll be like losing a friend.
And in other news, the Postie and I are off for a weekend stay at a homestead between Lake Ferry and Featherston tonight. And next weekend, we're off to Noosa finally - I can't wait to be warm again...