Absolutely fabulous, darling!

This is just the perfect birthday!

Discovery is showing a docudrama just now about a mega flood in London. I adore disaster films and have a particular fondness--as well as a healthy respect for the distinct possibility--for storm surges. Yeah, I'm weird. I also discovered that there's a TV movie (or mini) being made on the same subject with both Robert Carlyle and David Suchet. It's like TV knows it's my birthday :D

I have loads of lovely and thoughtful presents, particular highlights being the complete Poirot DVD collection, an immense bouquet of lilies which almost match my tattoo, and Lucas bought me a model of a Morgan Aero 8 (the world's sexiest car!) as well as drawing me his first picture ever! Dave's worked his ass off to make this the best birthday ever--thank-you baby!

We're off out for a birthday dinner tomorrow night with a bunch of our friends and I am so looking forward to it. Alas, my tattoo is very scabby so I probably won't show it off until its finished and healed. Sorry, guys!

* Sunday's party was awesome! I'm really glad that we decided to throw one, even if I am now completely knackered. It may take me the rest of the week to recover. Still, I'm bloody impressed that my legs haven't fallen off after all the dancing that I did. Photos can be found at Dave's flickr for anyone who's interested. Those of you who couldn't make it--you missed out on a great evening!!

* I'm having a growth scan on Friday as the midwife reckons Speck is measuring too big. Currently I'm measuring six weeks ahead which isn't great. It could just be that she hasn't taken my flabby belly into account--although, I'm hard pressed to see how she could miss it--or he really could be big. If he is, then early induction or c/s (depending on position) will be the order of the day. I'm not thrilled about any of this.

* Back in February a girl I vaguely knew from a couple of cross stitch communities died suddenly. I only found out about this in May and it's preyed on my mind ever since. She got married the day before Dave and I did and she seemed like such a lovely, happy person from the few PMs we exchanged. I've been feeling a bit perturbed at her husband's decision to completely move on with his life as it seemed he just wanted to forget he'd ever been married, and that just didn't jive with the mental picture I had of them.

Tonight I discovered that she committed suicide due to depression about her infertility. That would explain why no one ever answered other queries about what happened....

So, now I feel bad about being judgemental and also for thinking that if Dave and I hadn't propped up each other and talked loads about our fertility woes, that I could have landed up in a depressive state, too. Oh, I don't know *flails hands* At least I now know a basic cause of death and maybe I can stop thinking about her. She was only a couple of months younger than me, too. I guess it's also another reminder that we only show others what we want them to see. I'd be willing to bet that very, very few people knew her as anything other than sparkly! happy! happy!

It's weird how I didn't know her at all, but she's under my skin so much. Can I blame this on hormones? (They're jolly useful little buggers.)

* Skipped out of our antenatal class last week as I couldn't face an inept discussion about birth complications etc. I'll be flying solo at tomorrow's session on breastfeeding and I'm dreading it. Oh well, maybe I'll learn something and I can always run away if I'm unhappy/uncomfortable. I'll have to leave early if I'm going to have any hope of parking easily :(

* I'm sure there was more, but my mind is a sieve tonight.

I've just done my first solo-with-car trip to the supermarket. I managed to park neatly there and outside the house, too, so I'm very proud of myself.

My trip was in aid of making a summery trifle for Chris and Vicky's 10th anniversary party on Saturday. After much debate and discussion with my fellow trifle-lovers glammetalkitten and rockfic, I'm going to do layers of lemon curd, custard, booze-soaked cake, blueberry/raspberry/strawberry and finish off with a mound of whipped cream on top.

If I had any energy or nerves left, I'd go make the lemon curd just now while Dave's out babysitting. (Our almost-niece was wide-awake and determined not to sleep when we arrived earlier on and she's still awake and demanding more stories and songs from Dave five hours later. He won't be eating any dinner at this rate.)

Trifle preparation shall commence bright and early tomorrow morning, I think. Must remember to get Dave to lift down the bowl....

Making icing on a hot day is like swimming upstream.

I am hoping that it will set up in the fridge but as I am using evil soya margarine I have no idea how it will behave. The original recipe using butter would have been fine, I think. This is very nerve-wracking.

We have to go and pick up C before the party and I am dreading driving around Bristol with a chocolate cake on my lap!! I may wear a binliner until we get to the party and the cake becomes someone else's problem.

Also. Am having weirdness with my left leg. Periodically the front--from the top of the thigh to the knee--goes numb when I've been standing up for a while. It goes away within a couple of minutes of me sitting down. According to Google this is relatively normal and is either the weight of the uterus pressing on nerves or sciatica. Definitely something to mention when I'm at the consultants on Friday, although since it's driving me mad I might try and see the GP about it.