Just call me Moby

Not the little bald singer but the big whale. I am huge. I think we timed the portrait just right because in the last few days I've gone from lovely and round to plain old ginormous. My face has gotten puffy and my feet have started to spread. I huffed and puffed around Bromley yesterday looking for some comfortable shoes. I've gone up a whole size. I was so tired and flustered by the end that I bought a pair of shoes that are too small and not the style I wanted. Brilliant. Tobes and I are going to try to get out to Bluewater today so I can exchange or return them.

I am definitely in that God-help-me-I'm-about-to-explode phase of pregnancy and the bump is getting lower and lower. I was looking at the angle of my belly button last night (or what's left of it) and it's got a definite downward tilt now. There's a gap between my boobs and my belly and when I sit down it feels like Cupcake is resting in my lap. All good news really. It means she's getting bigger and engaging further which all points to her getting nice and cooked.

OK, I NEED a Krispy Kreme. I seriously hope they have some Boston Creams. I might have to crawl over the counter and make them myself. We're off.