It’s been a bitter sweet week here – after only a month of trying my walking partner from Weight Watchers is pregnant. I knew they were tryng but damn, her fiance must have some freakishly determined little swimmers or something for it to be so immediate. I was hoping I’d at least get to my next specialist appointment (20 days!) before she got pregnant. I know I’m making progress (15.1kg lost!) and my time will come but it’s not here yet and so it still stung, you know? After 18 months on this baby rollercoaster I am over the freaking waiting. I’ve been seeking comfort this week and colour – anything to distract myself and keep the tears at bay:
Seriously people, I have never wanted a motorcyle riding, helmet and google wearing dog more in my life. Not that I knew I wanted one before but thats not the point.