Day Seventeen

Happy St Patrick’s Day! Me and my half Irish Daftie hope you have had a great day. 

We had a day that started off well, got a bit annoying and ended up brilliantly. 

The day began normally enough. Daftie waking up early and me wishing she wouldn’t. I try to pretend to sleep, she slaps my tummy, while giggling. Up, brekkie, shower and music class.

Daftie decided at the end of class today that she wanted to show off her crawling abilities and approached Rachel, the class leader, practically with open arms. It was a very sweet moment and proof that yet again, if Wee Daftie likes you she likes you.

Remember how I proud I was of my wrist tracker and my ability not to lose my wrist? Well. I would like salt and vinegar on my words so that I may eat them. Guess what I lost today on the way home from Morrison’s? No, not my wrist. I am still physically in tact. So, in an uncharacteristic change of plans (!) my steps today were easily completed walking the length of the Waterfront three times, looking for the tracker. Silver lining, I guess. 

I don’t​ often use the buggy but it seemed a better idea than Caboo two for searching purposes. This is her genuine face. Bless her. 

To indulge a bit more from yesterday’s post, my sister sent me a couple more photos from our Manchester trip last year today. This massive bunny arse, made entirely of chocolate, languishing in Piccadilly was one. The other is much more special. 

On 16th March 2016, after Numbnuts had picked me up from the clinic, we went for a walk and a coffee, talking it all over. I remember saying to her, “I don’t feel 24 weeks pregnant. I certainly don’t look it, do I?” To which, with her own brand of honesty (she calls a spade a spade, and then hits you with it, does my friend), she said, “You really don’t. And we both know I’d tell you.” She really would. 

17th March 2016, my sister and I met in Manchester airport, checked into our hotel, went for a huge walk and talked a lot. That night, after dinner, we were back at the hotel room. I hear my sister giggle and then a flash. 

Apparently, all it took was finding about Daftie and telling my family the news for my body to give up hiding it. Suddenly a bump had appeared. I swear it hadn’t been there the previous day. But this is the first sighting of the Stealth Ninja Baby.

Not any better close up. 

Back to today. Big Human came home from Aberdeen so I could have a cheeky Daftie free evening to go and see Stewart Lee with Simon. We have seen Stewart Lee four times at this stage and he is always so good. Lovely way to end a frustrating day (I don’t much care to lose things), especially coming home to my humans. 

Steps smashed but no tracker or drops. Still a winner of a day.