No, you can't touch this. Thank you MC Hammer. So I'm standing at the baggage terminal at Auckland international airport after waiting 45 minutes for the baggage carosel to fire up so I could finally get to bed. Anyway after several lovely conversations with other random frustrated passengers I ended up standing next to a friendly nice woman - that is she was friendly and nice until things got way too personal and this total (although quite nice) stranger became my first 'stranger touching my pregnant belly' experience. Wowa lady you might be excited about the whole pregnancy caper and how you loved both your pregnancies but hands off my baby booty. I guess she couldn't resist me and all my 27 week glory? Could you?
Go on, you guys can pat my belly I don't mind people I know doing it - just not random strangers at baggage carosels - or anywhere else really.
Anyway despite the randomness and oddness of it all I was surprisingly less outraged than Mr S+L was when I told him. 'Get your f*&^ing hands off' he said to her retrospectively and via the international mobile phone call. Thanks sweetie, back to your cave I said.
On to other things...I did some nesting the days before we bought the house. Strangely enough I unpacked 2 of the remaining 6 packed boxes from our move 2+ years ago. Look what treasures I found:
Some of my Dad's books from when he was a kid
And my library bag from primary school - it still has my name clearly written in the hem - so hands off if you're thinking about stealing it from the bag room at little lunch