"Off to the De-Juicing Room!"

I bought myself a new track suit (who am I kidding? Track implies vigerous movement--its a lounge suit) as something comfy I could wear, and basically live in, until my baby is born.

It's bright blue. I like to wear blue. I used to think it made my eyes sparkly and vibrant. Now, when I look in the mirror and I'm wearing my blue lounge suit I am reminded of this scene from the classic movie adaptation of Roald Dahl's timeless novel:




But my blue is a bit brighter. Two more weeks!