Spa time for Preggers

Today I made use of the birthday present Gavin gave to me this year: a massage at the Old Mill Spa. I went there by transit, thinking "it can't be far from Old Mill subway station, right?" Well, mostly. I took an innocent-looking little cobble-stone path from the subway towards the large building I assumed (correctly) was the Mill, and when I got there, I opened a large set of double doors and entered the sprawling complex. I then went around several corners, past convention rooms full of business association types, and finally came across a woman sitting before a Mac. No sign of the spa to my right, left, or in front of me, just this woman. I asked her "Do you happen to know where the Spa is?" and she said - "yup, there's a sign on the wall right behind you." (Spa this way ->)
Mac users think they're so smart.
The massage was lovely, when I finally got to it. It's a very frou-frou spa - and the pampering helped me forget my momentary panic when I thought I might be lost in the basement of the Mill...
http://www.oldmilltoronto.com/spa/virtualtour.html

Gavin's Plaid Shirt

The various women in the Lovett and Manning families have been knitting, crotcheting, and generally putting me to shame with their handiworks - at times this has made me feel like I'm not doing enough to prepare for the birth of our baby girl. But yesterday I made up for all of that, thanks in part to some moral support from Angela, but most of all to Gavin's sharp elbow. If his elbow hadn't ruined one of his favourite shirts, this little dress would still be part of his uniform. I think the shirt is cuter this way - let's hope it fits the baby one day.