Look! I made a pie! It was steak and cheese and supremely awesomer than bought pies. No fat or gristle and just the right amount of meat veg and gravy. MMM PIE.

This week I ate out twice. That’s not normal at all. First was a random Italian place, possibly with the dizziest wait staff in NZ, and one of the last places in the country not to accept eftpos. And when we asked why we got a very blonde “I don’t know! I should find out! Everyone asks!11!” Dear zob. Anyway, food wasn’t that memorable, so moving on!

Friday we went teppanyaki to celebrate Sam’s promotion. Ohyeh. Sam got a promotion! He’s now CSM at Borders, and very happy about it. So I bought him food to say “Good boy” and also to say “Thus ends an era. Now your job is buying food for ME!”

So we went to Kabuki in the Stamford Plaza hotel. It was exciting! Much flame and food throwing from Ken, our chef! (I COMPLETELY stole this photo, but yay fire!) Sam failed to catch the egg thrown to him and dropped it in his miso soup. Oh how we laughed. Then he failed to catch omelette in his mouth. More mirth. Then he spilled sake on the table. I despaired.

The food was decent, not outstanding, but you pay for the theatre so fair enough. I preferred the prawns at Daikoku, but the show was far superior last night. We left having eaten an elegant sufficiency – enough to bloat me and more or less satisfy the bottomless pit that is Sam’s tumtum.

Unfortunate by-product of the evening was that the sodium overdose brought on an attack of vertigo for yours truly today. Haven’t had one for a while and can’t say I’ve missed it, but what can you do. Lots of water for me. LOTS!

Bee randomly takes a moment with Fizz’s blue puffball baby.

He’s such good value.

Squeaking in with this week’s update.

We’re half way. HALF WAY. Weird. Admittedly, the first two months passed without being observed, but still. Half. Way.

Apparently the alien is around 10″ top to toe. That’s… really big for something that’s incubating inside me. It’s like 26cm, or almost an entire 30cm ruler! What the deuce.

Anyway, barring random occurences of random stuff, nothing major on the horizon spawn-wise. We go back to the midwife in a month, then at 28 weeks there’s the diabetes testing. Other than that I just have to remember to drink enough water (never have, never will), try to get some exercise (ex…ercise…?) and not fall down any stairs or start any bar fights (probably doable).

HA! Just when you thought we’d get through the week with nothing exciting to report. This week: colostrum. I won’t go into any further detail, but I am sure Marie & Jess will appreciate the irony given recent conversations.  You can figure the rest out for yourselves because I don’t want to get all detaily right now.

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