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We braved the lightning storms last night and ventured out to the cinema. It seems that Mission Impossible 3 was just far too scary for Speck. S/he kicked almost all the way through the film, especially during the first half. You know a film is too loud when you can feel the bass line through your feet.... Still, it was enjoyable hookum and all the noise helped distract me from two hours of agonising breast pain. I heartily recommend it to all pregnant women for that reason alone.

In other film news, we watched The Dukes of Hazzard the other night. OMG! What a travesty!! I hope Speck dozed through it. I wish I had.

I traipsed off to the hairdressers this afternoon and am now a red-head once more. I really wish I'd been able to fit in an appointment earlier as I had an antenatal physio class yesterday morning and felt like a Scruffy Mummy instead of a Yummy Mummy. I'm definitely a good candidate for Unfit Mummy, too--one of the women there kept asking if she could still go rock climbing, swimming, cycling and hill walking. Honestly, where does she find time to sleep? The other women there ranged from a blonde Sporty Spice lookalike to a severe fashion victim and to a rather wrinkly Angelica Houston lookalike. I was quite relived to not find a bunch of teenage mothers there but as I suspected I was indeed the porkiest person there. Oh well. Speck will be well padded from any clumsy bumps and tumbles.

And now it's time to make dinner.