I secretly (actually, quite outwardly verbally) hoped we could make it through one beautiful-weathered 3-day bank holiday weekend sans labor… Although we are “ready”. I mean, the nappies have been purchased. I have to say nappies. You understand.
Friday night I told Bryan I was taking him on a date. Instead I surprised him with 8 friends and a rad night of bowling and barbecue. It was his Daddy-To-Be Stag Do (bachelor party). The friends were awesome about the surprise and everyone got into the bowling. My final score was a 36 after 10 consecutive gutter balls in the second half. I would like to blame the fact that I am nine months pregnant but g-dammit that is no excuse. I am better than a 36. Our team lost due to me and I vowed that after baby comes out, I am leaving it with the midwife and immediately going to All-Star Lanes for a re-match.
Saturday was all day in the park searching for some sun. Apparently the boys thought it was funny that I passed out next to beer cans. I guess that’s funny. Funny like taxes.
Sunday was all day in the park with scorching sun. Not to belabor the point, but when it’s sunny and hot in London, people sort of spaz out.
Then that night Andrea made his famous pesto lasagna. I have no pictures of our friends who came over, but who can resist a food shot.
Yesterday was a Bank Holiday. Happy belated Memorial Day/Bank Holiday everyone. It is nice that it’s the one day off of the year besides xmas and NYE day that we can live harmoniously with the U.S. of A. So Monday we had lunch with friends (where Bryan’s bagel came with a peace sign onion slice- which I think people might make a pilgrimage to see if we market it the right way) and then dorked it out with the group from our antenatal class.