Thank goodness for rueshing!

** 1980s swimming costume pattern
The future is here ... no not as in Project Natal (Love Maegan)... as in I can no longer put it off. Maegans blog also got me to thinking there is no way I could be doing any highkicks in this unfit state.

It's week 19 and I am officially supposed to be full of energy, bounce, and sporting a beautiful bouffant?!! errrr...

Well, not really but I'm good at pretending/acting/believing I have all 3. On a not so beautiful theme, stretch marks are here and even though they are not growing I am worried that it will be like a ladder in your tights and suddenly bang they're everywhere.

The Bingo Wings can no longer be ignored as it's officially vest top time! So they need to be flapped to exhaustion. Plus my muffin tops have turned into loaves...

Add to this the worry - I am not sure how if my tummy keeps expanding how my ligaments and muscles are going to hold up... So in one hour I am off to the gym! I have already checked I still fit into my bathing costume which I bought in Tenarife (with a rueshed tummy and very 1960/1980s).

These books keeps telling me that if I'm tired I should do some sort of activity and that will sort me out. Probably send me to my bed for the rest of the day...

Ps. Call me a grouch, but I live near a nursery, which has been placed in a residential area! Why, do Nursery Assistants think that squealling children at play means they are having fun? The squeaks and squeals, yelling and screaming that is going on is seriously causing me to want to take a let down all their car tyres...
I am of the notion that children don't have to scream to have fun, and screaming should only occur when the child is in danger! It's the age of middleclass mummies and children getting away with it!