Fart Baby

The day before I was due I had a very busy day, first of all I went to see the Book of Mormon, thinking I would dislodge the baby through laughter. The show was very funny, but unfortunately I was sitting next to one of those incredibly over enthusiastic theatre go-ers who privately wants to actually be on stage, so what with all the arm waving and seated foot stomping I had to scowl through most of the show just to show that stupid guy that the show was funny but it wasn't that funny. Douche.

After the show we wandered around Soho and I had a spicy burrito (important to note that) and then we went to my work for a party.

this is the party:

Baby loves to Party

Afterwards I figured we would walk home, afterall it's only 3 miles and used to do twice that everyday before I was on maternity leave.

..... worst decision ever!!

Combine the effects of one spicy burrito, 3 miles of walking, and Mark saying ridiculous things to me and making me laugh made me keel over in pain for the entire duration of that walk.

I thought I had gone into labour.

But really it was just a fart. A giant fart combined with some Braxton Hicks. Never again!

A moment of respite on the Abbey Road crossing