It went well!

The weekend with the in-laws that is. It was lovely in fact. O was charm personified and had both his grandparents eating out of his hands (very mucky ones at that). The weather was gorgeous. We went to the theatre and saw a grown-up Chekhov play - it ended with a chap blowing his brains out of course, but hey, that's Chekhov. We had lunch in posh Clifton. Oh, and I cooked a cake, butternut squash risotto (Mel - I owe you one!) and coq au vin. Just call me a domestic goddess.

The best bit was when N's mum said "Gosh, you haven't put on as much extra weight this pregnancy as you did last time have you?!" She of course was being very kind in her mind. In my mind, I didn't put on much extra weight last time thanks very much! But we were given twelve bottles of wine, homemade blackberry and apple jam and a scrummy jumper for O.

All in all a good weekend. Apart from my filthy cold which I forgot to moan about. And O's filthy cold. But hey, what's winter for if not feeling shit?

Bump is becoming alarming as is constipation. Good thing the in-laws brought French prunes along too...

Off to have a bath and shave my legs for the first time in months. (Come on, how many of you bother in the winter?)

Random post. Sorry. Tired. Must do better.