I’m not sure how it got to Friday? Seems I have somehow managed to bypass Wednesday all together and not know it, which means for the first time I have not lived up to my promise of a photo post every Wednesday…. but if I sneak this in now, I reckon that still counts right?

The last week or so I have been daydreaming about Paris. My 2 (very full) days in Paris. Longing for Paris. Pining even. With my snotty red nose and flaring bad sick person temperament, the idea of Paris has been offering some escape. I keep wondering when someone is going to take me back? So I’ve dug into the photographic archives for this one. I do love it. I look so Frenchy right? That is despite the expanding girth. Somehow I figure a French woman would never look this big, even whilst pregnant. They’d be one of those pregnant woman that you despise cos they look like they just had a big lunch and would give in on occasion and unbutton the top button of their designer jeans, when in fact they’re 38 weeks pregnant and ready to drop. I bet they don’t even have maternity jeans in Paris! Anyway, that was never going to be me, I had big maternity jeans (and loved them) and I will just have to settle to be a French wanna be (and now I will stop writing cos this is supposed to be wordless!).

29 weeks pregnant in Paris!