Me, pregnant, getting into a taxi to meet friends, every single time:
Taxi driver: off out are you? Anywhere nice?
Me: yes meeting friends for dinner
Taxi driver, looking at bump in rear view mirror: when’s it due then?
Me: in a couple of months.
Taxi driver: you’re going to get the shock of your life when it comes: sleepless nights, can’t go out anymore.
Me: yes I know, the sleepless nights are tough aren’t they.
Him: you don’t know the half of it. My missus slept one hour in every 24 the first 3 months. She didn’t see her friends for five years because you’ve got to put the kids first, innit .
Me; silent
Taxi driver: sorry I’m just having a little laugh to myself, because you’re going to get such a shock when it comes. You won’t be able to do this anymore so make the most of it.
Me: I’ve actually got three at home already.
Taxi driver: it’s not your first? From the look of you, I thought it was your first...
Me: no.
SILENCE