So I did my best to make this Saturday morning special, with some yummy morning treats I did not make myself, thank you Farmshop, and a fresh floral bunch I didn’t even bother to unwrap from Whole Foods who bundles any selection free of cost by the way.
Perhaps I should have got some balloons too?
I did, however, rock our espresso machine, one I’ve become quite friendly with in 2020. Not going to brag but my milk frothing skills have marginally improved as a result. I’m sure my friends felt special enough with just that, my cooking.
Aside from a few unsolicited pastry licks from an unknown fluff monster, I thoroughly enjoyed my time spent chatting away, dreaming about the possibility of frequenting a restaurant for the first time in forever and feeling a tad more normal despite my burgeoning belly reminding me that the next big shift is in sight.
And as I enter into a hybrid state of nesting while simultaneously living out my last days as a childless woman, I can’t help but wonder, will my baby like blue as much as I do?
