She has woken me up several times a night for the last 6 months, I've changed her stinky nappies, been vomited on, had my boobs chewed to shreds, my body is a wobbly and distorted facsimile of its former self after carrying her for 9 months. She has said her first word today aged 25 weeks, and guess what it was? Dada. Bloody dada. Not mama, dada. Charming. I will remember this...
Not serious clearly.