Trousers: A source of needless excitement for the easily pleased.

Well, as usual, I am actually having a very nice birthday. Quieter than last year obviously, considering my condition, but still very nice. I have been given an awful lot of chocolates, including Green & Blacks which I've never had before except in ice cream form, but are bloody lovely. Mum has now left, and been replaced with the MiL, who is babysitting while I get taken out to dinner by Hubby. Cafe Desmond Amis. Yum!

Got some nice tops from Mummy, or at least as nice as Maternity tops can get (no point getting any non Maternity/baggy clothes for me, since I'm likely to start getting big within the next month or so) and I was very excited indeed to actually find Maternity jeans that a, look nice and b, fit me. Seriously, what is the deal with Maternity jeans? H&M do them all so tight that even a size 20 won't fit over my arse, Dotty P's are so baggy that most size 18s are falling off me and didn't have any size 16s beside one very unflattering pair. And, as I have already stomped my feet about, Debenhams decided to withdraw their maternity range as soon as I effing well needed it. Anyhoo, found one pair of slim cut size 18s that weren't in danger of plummeting anklewards at the slightest provocation, and very nice they are too. And they were a TENNER! Get in! So I'm wearing them with one of my new tops tonight. Maternity trousers are very convenient when planning to eat a great big dinner.

And I was right about Tomb Raider. I had gone the wrong way. Easily fixed, though, and now I'm swimming around the Arctic sea in an inappropriately skimpy wetsuit with a hilarious giant magic hammer for twatting baddies with. Fun!

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My fajitas were delish. After that I drank a can of cider and watched half of Benjamin Button.

Thanks for all your Birthday messages and thank you very much sharelle for introducing me to SP Studio. Anyone want to see South Park versions of Dixon, Dollis and Holmes from 'Merde, He Wrote'?
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