I’ve braved the disorder of our house to cook again this afternoon.Â Carrot cake.Â Its in the oven now. So the house is hot.Â I think its about 28 degrees, which isn’t too bad, but its been raining for the past four days, and just started again, so its that lovely Brisbane humid heat.Â The skin pressed between my boobs and you in my stomach is exceedingly hot.Â Such is life.
Your dad and I went for a big walk this morning.Â It was a nice break and ’cause I stopped lots to stretch out my back, wasn’t too hard on it.Â I slept badly again last night.Â Right on time as soon as I enter the third trimester my sleep has deteriorated again and the good hormones seem to be taking a break.Â Damn damn damn.Â But typical.Â Â Yoga on Friday night helped with the back, but the pain just comes back, no matter how much I stretch.Â We walked around a lot yesterday too – markets, Mick’s Nuts and general back and forth.Â Â And exercise does help, but I think from now on in its just discomfort from what the books and people tell me.Â Not that it seems to bother you at all 🙂
We also had a Speck-watching event on the back deck yesterday with your Grandad and Uncle Jake & your Dad, Aunt 3 & T.Â You move around so heartily that its pretty easy to work out where you are and what you are doing.Â Lots of pushing up with your feet near my stomach while everyone was watching.Â Â You were doing the ‘tent pose’ for a while, so we grabbed your foot on either side with our fingers on the ouside of my belly.Â Your foot is pretty big.
As you can possibly tell from my almost incoherent ramblings, my brain is reverting to mush again. Oh well. Best to just eat cake.
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