Well, I spent Valentine's day with my mum. Absolute epitome of romance right there. I've never really celebrated it anyway (not for any strict religious reason - just never seemed to get off my arse and get anything organised) so it was no skin off my nose.
We shipped ourselves off to the Margaret River Chocolate Factory in the Swan Valley for brunch and of course to pick up some choccies for later, which ended up "disappearing" from the fridge with no culprit owning up to the theft. Definitely wasn't me. I just stood in front of the empty plate left in the fridge, shaking my head with an elongated "you bitches" (although I did manage to grab a couple with a cup of tea before the chocolate thief struck).
At this stage I was about 5 days away from my planned cesarean (3 more to go - woohoo) so I was naturally feeling heavy and tired. I pretty much whale-walked myself to the cafe section of the factory and ate up a treat. Part of me intended to stay home for the last week to relax and rest before the big day, until the other half grabbed itself in a choke hold, shook for dear life and reminded me that I'll pretty much be house bound for the next month or so with the aftermath of surgery recovery and the dealings of a newborn baby so I should get out as much as possible now while I can. But with that in mind, I only seem to last about two-three hours before I'm aching to head back home.
I'm having mixed emotions about this pregnancy. For the last couple of weeks I have looking suspiciously at kitchen knives and thinking "If this baby doesn't come out soon, I'll evict it myself" because you know, cutting sandwiches and cutting a uterus open are surely the same thing...
I'm at the end of it, which means it hurts to walk, to move, to switch sleeping positions, to sit upright, etc - the whole thing is basically wearing me down and I can't wait to give birth, not only to see my son but to also feel somewhat normal again. At the same time it is a bit melancholic because for all personal intents and purposes this will be my last pregnancy. No more babies after this. I feel a bit sad about that so I'm kinda dwelling on the roundness that is my stomach at the moment. In years to come I am going to miss the pregnancy feeling but will of course look at the two children I do have and be thankful for their existence. It will be the last time I look like this...
On the menu:
A pot of English breakfast tea with one massive scone, accompanied with the usual jam and cream. At first I was a bit put off paying $5 for one mere scone but the thing was like a mountain so the price was understandable.
Followed by quiche and salad (vegetarian for me - ham & cheese for my mum). My daughter also got her own kids meal. The quiche was awesome. A little on the small side for $15 but so damn tasty.
It was such a summery day that I went with brighter colours and pastels for the morning out - all to match my much beloved lace tipped cardi that I wore over my sleeveless abaya (I'll have to do a DIY post on that later).
Sleeveless Abaya ~ Me
Hijab ~ Nahda Designs
Cardigan ~ Ally Fashion
Necklace ~ Maylands
Bag ~ LV
Ring ~ YSL