27 August 2013

Week 17

17 full weeks today.  Tummy is out in full force - I can't even pretend to squeeze into my non-maternity jeans anymore. Good thing I have my magical maternity jeans!  I didn't even eat a large meal before this photo! It's all baby (and a bowl of cheerios).

  I promise the chalkboard will be cuter next week.  I had Mat repaint it after this picture since every time I paint it the paint peels off when I try to write on it - wait till you see it, he should start a painting business ;) haha.

Mat had a three day weekend this weekend because yesterday was a bank holiday (basically a federal holiday where everyone gets Monday off work).  Considering Mat never gets any time off work, we didn't know what to do with all of our quality time! It was great!  We ate a lot, went grocery shopping, bought our wedding bands (mine is old and beautiful), went bowling, hung out in the garden, went out to dinner with friends, and watched football.  And today, Mat's only working a half-day (6am-3pm - a normal day for normal people but a half day for him) so he can come to the doctor with me this afternoon.  

I snapped a few gems of Mat this weekend.  He really does like hanging out with me, you just can't tell :)

Saturday was absolutely miserable.  It poured down rain all day.. and I made Mat use the flowery umbrella because the black one is bigger and I wanted the bigger one.  He's so good to me.

Mat going into our favourite store, Waitrose.  We always spend way too much money and have to carry our body weight in groceries home.  But we always have such yummy dinners afterwards!  We had homemade pizza for lunch and bacon-wrapped, mozzarella stuffed chicken with green beans for dinner.  YUM!

Our photographer Amanda was snapping away on our journey home after roast dinner on Sunday.  
Longest escalator in the world - Angel tube station.

Pretending to be in love on the platform.

Forcing me to hug her.

BFFs. Ignore my awkward stance.

Finally, I wore my baby on board pin for the first time yesterday!  And.... no one gave me their seat.  Further proof that Londoners are not gentlemen.

That's all.

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