A Saturday...

After waking I rubbed my bleary eyes and made my way into the kitchen to make some coffee which I am now able to drink again without the cursed pregnancy nausea. My youngest son jumped up to give me a hug. He had been sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework. Before breakfast.
Wow!
My oldest son arranged to do homework later in the day with a new friend from his class. I didn't have to cajole or threaten; where are they getting this sense of responsibility?
Then, a blissful hour of perusing my favorite blogs while sitting in a spot of weak sunshine contentedly curled up on the sofa like an immense pregnant cat.
Shopping...lists, and crowds of people.
Home again, lunch, then a long nap. Yawn.
Oops, someone forgot to tell us they needed more school supplies. Out shopping again.
While shopping my littlest was practicing his karate moves in my tummy. Talk about distracting!
Dinner, and do you know what I did? I am a bad girl who cheated on my pregnancy diet! I made crepes, and mine was drizzled in Nutella and whipped cream, mmm. And you know what? It was worth it.