A round thing in your face

Whoo - my belly feels huge this week.  Huge and round and plumptious, like I might pop.  I love it!  I'd like to press pause on my pregnancy and just stay like this from now on, 5 months in, with Ruprecht all quiet and small and wriggly and tucked away.  And me all big and roundy like a fruit, with the best skin and hair I've ever had (like, really, evah!) 
  
If my leaflets are to be believed, the next trimester will bring a return to tiredness, mood swings and nausea.  Plus new aches and pains and sleeplessness from being overinflated.  I can barely wait.  And then, of course, there will be my own personal alien moment and Ruprecht will cease to be a quiet little wriggly fictional thing and become a real life arrival who cries and poos and does projectile wee in my face.   (Still... at least I'll get to find out what he looks like.)
 
Meanwhile, I have discovered that I can't have tulips any more, because they appear to be some form of illicit crack for cats.  It took them two seconds to discover the bunch I bought the other day and, several vase-incidents later, nothing will deter them from nomming the flower heads with deranged determination.  So I googled it and discovered that, apparently, cats and tulips is a "thing".   Tsk.
 
Still, I had a lovely lazy weekend, immersing myself in french angora and tinkering with my jewellery making things.  I made two sets of posh stitch markers for my friend Melanie, with gemstones and sterling silver findings, in return for the most utterly foxilicious felted cloche hat that she made for me last week.  (I wore it today with a coordinating 20s-looking grey wrap and elbow length leather gloves....  hot librarian chic for an unappreciative workplace, sigh.)
 
The rest of tonight will involve Uni C (hoorah!) and debating whether to watch another ep of The Killing or save it for best... 

Hope you're all having fun ignoring VD (or not, if that's what floats your boat).

Love from me.
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