Fuck fuck fuckity fuck...
So, dh and I are trying for another baby. Quite exciting, but we haven't told anyone. So keep in mind that this is all that fills my mind and I can't let it out - which might explain the mindblowingly awful faux pas I made this afternoon.
I heard ndn, ahem, you know, this morning. In fact, I've heard them quite a lot recently. So this morning I got to thinking they are probably in a similar situation to us. Planning the next chapter, 'oh how fab if we had similar birth dates'.... etc etc. Ugh. Why can't I just think about normal, non random fantasy land things.
Fast forward to the school run this afternoon. We both pull up home at the same time and... ugh I can't believe it, it's like I watched it from outside my body.
"Hiya! How is it going? I heard you are trying for another."
What the fuckity fuck!?!?!
He looked at me funny and then I just said,
"Oh my god I can't believe I said that. Please ignore the crazy neighbour lady. Ha ha ha."
WIBU to put the house on the market on Monday and not leave the house again until it sells?