On sex during pregnancy

I saw extracts from this article in various places and was really looking forward to reading it, and when I did, I got as far as

The experts all say that it is a mystery why some women get more horny when they're pregnant while others lose interest.

I'll tell you something— no one loses interest.

before losing interest.

I don't lose interest in intimacy or physical affection during pregnancy, but sexual feelings wave a peaceful goodbye, except for occasional dreams at specific points (I bet I can predict them, next time, to within a week), and yet I exist. Oops.

Hair's all gone again! I'm a happy camper.

Rob clipped my hair for me yesterday evening before the girls went to bed (so's not to surprise them) and I am delighted. I love how it looks - Rob says it looks more "like me" than the other styles - and I really, really love being able to have a shower at bedtime and not have to go to bed with wet hair.

I'm loving how it feels, too, but the novelty will wear off soon.

So my hair is as this icon, but the skirt has been made into two dresses.

This morning we went to the bank as soon as it opened and then to Altimus and Millets to make up some deficits in our camping kit. I think we might take the frame of the shopping trolley to help us haul luggage, this time. Unless we can find our actual luggage trolley. Either way, I don't think we can stretch to chairs for self and Rob. We have bought Orikaso dinner sets, which saves some space, but folding chairs are big.

Then we went to the community gardens to test our tent-erection skills. We worked out what to do and confirmed that the tent is functional and we have enough tent-pegs. We also were visited there by some friends from the other side of town, and had a mini-lunch snack thing. It's too hot to eat.

Then we came home and Emer went to sleep. Linnea is watching television. Rob has gone to the True Food market for groceries, and tomorrow we will have to run the rest of our errands - with waking children - for sunhats and tshirts and things. When Linnea was Emer's size, it wasn't sunny, apparently.

The train tickets to Borth arrived in this morning's post.