Today I’m feeling particularly weepy. I had a full on dream last night about the last boy who loved me. 10 years ago. In the dream we ran into each other somewhere and we got together again. And he loved me. Just as he had 10 years ago. Whole heartedly. I’m not sure what happened to his wife or children, but it was so nice to feel that love.

That’s the hardest part of doing this alone. Not having someone who has your back. Most days I’m just super excited that I’m going to be a mumma, but days like today really try hard to knock me around.

On the upside, I did buy a beautiful pale pink and gold maxi dress for a charity function next week. It’s not a maternity dress, just empire line (which saves me from the horror that is maternity clothes shopping)! When the (very young) girl helping me in the store realised I was pregnant, she just kept looking at my belly and telling me how beautiful I looked.

Thank goodness for the sisterhood, for girlfriends. And puppy love.