'ello, luv!

Mike, lil' peanut and myself recently flew across the pond to London while Mike was there on business. Our little one is already an international baby of mystery (oh behave?)! The trip was fantastic but a little taxing on me - trying to do so many things and thinking I can handle it just as if I wasn't pregnant.

Wrong. Sort of.

I had a few moments that reminded me that I can't keep up, that I'm vulnerable and that almost anything can reduce me to tears - good and bad! I had one moment on the way to the Tower of London where I literally broke down at the Embankment tube stop for no reason. Mike assumed it was his fault and was a bit perplexed that I was buried in my hands, crying and laughing at the same time! That brief 5 minute hormonal freak-out caused us to miss the last ticket sale to the Tower of London. Sorry Mike!

Anyhoozles, check out my cute little souvenir, courtesy of the London Underground. It's a  "Baby-on-Board" pin to proudly wear on my belly to alert fellow passengers to kindly get the f*ck up :) Cheerio!