Not THAT pregnant.

We're off to Coffs Harbour for one night to see G's parents property. Nothing like a road trip to get your mind off things.

Feeling like me again after 2 or more months is so nice. And having a day or two without anyone else around but me, G and darling daughter has been great. I don't feel like I have to accommodate anyone else's needs. Just ours! So it's eat when and what I want (I have gone out and gotten a wheel of brie - ate most of it and sat down for antipasto of salami, prosciutto and all sorts of yumminess! Heaven... Cause if you know me at all, you know I love my food!) Now where's the seafood! And maybe I should stop in at the Hunter Valley for some wine tasting while I'm at it.

I realize I'm throwing caution to the wind cause there's that list about what not to eat when pregnant. But I'm not THAT pregnant. It's only unofficially pregnant. And I feel like the blastocyst they put up there was only a formality. They know and I know, and really, they should know that I know that it was a dodgy bastard. Dr D even suggested freezing G's junk for next cycle! SO I think I have 9 more days of doing what I want, pampering myself a bit and enjoying life before starting it all over again.