Its the 1st of summer – and it was 9 degress this morning. So much for global warming. I dont mind, Im pretty warm these days. Everything feels like its slipping into a happy time, or maybe that I can see an excuse to slow down a little more as the end of the year approaches. The fact that I have time even to write this is testament to that.
The secret garden project behind the laundry shed is progressing. Im battling with the invisible possum, but have to say that Ive picked 4 snow peas and a mini strawberry. I am waiting to find some chicken wire on the side of the road to make a complete enclosure. We moved the worm farm there too, Gail had been worm sitting for about 4 years and we thought it was time to risk body corporate wrath. Speaking of which, in my impending motherliness, I think ide like to go to the next meeting. Im not the only one assuming social responsibility. Evan speaks of lobbying for more community BBQs and ping pong tables.
Lately Ive been getting bigger – thats to be expected, but this pregnancy gig is more than a probation period for heavyness. Its 28weeks+5day now, and if I was working in the public service would have accrued some annual leave. Everything is looking good. Danny D is stagnating, and Blyto has assumed full controll of my uterus. Ugh. Im using that ‘u’ word. Guess its better than the ‘f’ word (no kids… fundus). Im still wearing my own jeans, but have to sit down to put on my shoes and am thinking a shoe horn could be a good investment.
