Been alternating between being an exhausted heap of lard and a bundle of energy this week. Hosted book club on Sunday night, which turned out not to be book club at all but another secret surprise baby shower, complete with fab games, super gifts and a fantastic nappy 'cake'!
This shower was thrown by my girlfriends who are mums but not the school-gate-mums (in fact most of them don't have their kids in the same school as mine) who threw the shower for me last week. I guess if a distinction needs to be made at all it is that this is the group of friends I drink complicated cocktails with on proper grown-up nights out (or at least, did before I recklessly got myself knocked up) and embark upon other debauched/ restorative/ fun stuff with.
Anyway, it just got me thinking how lucky I am.