Lady of Leisure...a very Large Lady of Leisure

If one more person tells me how 'tiny' I am, I am going to throttle them....well, all except Betty, our lovely elderly neighbour with the penchant for cultivating wicked roses, who told me yesterday just how 'tiny' I am for 36 weeks. I don't feel tiny, not one bit. I especially don't feel tiny when I try to sleep. Try being the operative word as sleep seems to be coming in small doses when it feels like it, not when I really want to sleep. Of course this prepares me nicely for the little harbinger of sleep deprivation who is about to descend upon our lives.

Today I got a massage. They had a special table for pregnancy and everything. It was pure, absolute heaven to lie on my stomach for an hour! The massage was just okay- not great, not bad - I suppose it would've been better had the massage therapist not been overly chatty. It's hard to relax when trying to carry on an inane conversation. Nevertheless I would've paid their fee just to lie on my stomach for an hour, so I consider it a raging success.

This is my second day of maternity leave. Turns out life of leisure really suits me! Although today is the first real day of leisure as I cleaned the house from top to bottom yesterday - scrubbed her to within an inch of her life. This took forever as I move at about half the pace now. Ah well, I just took my time as it's not like I was wasting precious weekend time doing it. So today is my first real day as a lady of leisure and I decided what better way to kick it off than to get a massage. Being a lady of leisure doesn't involve any daytime TV whatsoever. I would sooner stab out my eyeballs with a red hot poker than subject myself to the horrors of daytime television. I've got lots of little projects planned - some practical, some creative - so I'm very excited to have such expanses of free time on my hands. A rare luxury indeed.

I'll leave you with last week's (Week 35) photo - it's about time since today marks Day 2 of Week 36. According to my books, the baby can be born anytime starting next week and not be considered pre-term. Yikes!