What was he thinkig!!

P wanted a manly dinner yesterday. Me and the girls had drumsticks from the over, one for each, two for me. P BBQed for himself, a huge, I mean HUGE steak. He put delightedly half an onion on it and took a glass of wine. Fine!

When it was bed time, and don't forget about my extreme smell sense thanks to the pregnancy, he decided to chat with me in bed. Chat? It's more breathing to my face - which became purple in no time. I had to jump out of the bed to not to puke. He was approx. 1 meter from my face but Gosh, I can smell a burb from 3 meters!... So P is not so happy with me because I just cannot stand him smelling to my face - he says he will get a new wife -, but I think he should be happy. I almost moved myself to the guest room last night, but I didn't do it. (and seriously a new wife? who would ever stand that smell and take him??) He just had to turn his back to me.

This is not a complain posting. I am actually doing so much better - knock on the wood -, I didn't puke for 7 days. I celebrated this by going to the pool and swimming like an 80 year old lady for 10 minutes. But well, it's an achievement. I even went to have lunch with Fauzia and didn't fall asleep at the table. We will go to the doctor tomorrow, I am very excited about it. Miss A will be with us, she is out of school then. When F heard this, she had to cry so hard!.. Luckily, she has a playdate with Dagny after school, that was enough to cheer her up.

Just before I finish, I just wanted to say how sorry i am to hear that Hester and family will move to Singapore. I think it's great for them, but it's just so sad to see another friend leave. Well, I wrote it before: who ever we become friends with tends to move away, to a far far country. So beware!