I'm doing really well this week (with more than a note of sarcasm I have to admit). My maternity notes showed up - IN A BOX OF CLEAN WASHING in the kitchen of all places. Don't ask. And today, I left my phone behind at the till at the wholefoods shop.
In trying to get my phone back, I have left not one but two embarrasing messages on the shop's answer phone. Message one included my usual talking-to-a-machine-embarrased-ramble and very very nearly forgot to include my name. And of course then I had to ring back and leave a second message to give contact details, because the first time I *started* to give my home phone number and forgot the last three digits.
Crazy? Pregnant useless brain? Combination of the above?
I did at least remember to get organic soap flakes, local salad, and milk. Also walked down Normanton Road and went in all the sari fabric shops (well OK I know but I didn't go and buy more fabric, honest) and found henna to do my belly. I think the plan is for my female friends and relations to gather on Saturday for a bump blessing party, and we're going to henna my belly - or try to... :)
Anyone too far away to come join us, feel free to send a small bead for my labour bracelet if you'd like! And if you're close enough and haven't had a personal invitation, seriously, invite yourself.