With all the travel I’ve been doing of late, it has only been in the last few days I’ve been able to just hang out and see how S is doing.
Overall she’s a lot less temperamental now than before, and while there’s definetely a round bulge, she’s adament it is gas not a baby and given the amount she burps (a LOT) there’s probably some truth to the gas theory, but even after a huge belch, the lump is still there, slowly getting rounder.
With food it is interesting that during my absence our address reached its peak levels of Izzy Pizza consumption, yet upon my return S has declared she is well and truly off pizza again… interesting.
I would have gone out to shop today to cook up a feast, but I had to bribe the electricty guy to stop him from cutting us off (after which he asked me for a job!) and so had no money — or well just enough to get to the corner store to have an ice cream. So we made do with Thai takeaway, which was much better than more pizza.
Anways, World Cup calls, so must head off.