The Baby Shelf

I have developed a special anatomical feature named by hubby as a shelf. Basically my once flat tummy has sort of gone all squidgy and flabby and there is now a fetching overhang. Great. I don't think the chocolate helps. I reckon I may have to enter Bridget Jones knicker territory. This feature of pregnancy is now added to my list of ' things they don't tell you about having children'.
Anyhow, in an attempt to do something about it, I embarked on a 25 minute run this morning. I quite impressed myself as I didn't even stop. Whoo-hoo! Now all I have to do is starve myself and I might be able to fit into some of my clothes.
For those of you that live in St Albans, my run consisted of a circular route around the St Stephens area, with a few double backs incorporated. I was astonished by the number of stray RSPB stickers, the product of a special event in Verlamium Park whereby people dressed in green outdoor wear try their best to corner you into looking into their telescopes at some trees where herons live. I have my own binoculars, so I'm safe.

The Baby Shelf