Hello all, so I've just had about 15 pages to catch up on, having been a bit awol lately. My dad died a couple of weeks ago, the news came totally out of the blue (I actually found out by accident because the police had trouble finding me due to dad having old contact details written down and in the meantime another organisation, who thought I now knew, texted me to contact them regarding "the late ...helluva way to find out), and then almost straight away I had to get onto the business of organising a funeral and taking on the business of executor/probate, despite not having spoken to him in 4 years. DP keeps telling me to leave it for someone else, it shouldn't fall to me when I'm 7 months pg and still working full time, but it's actually a very cathertic process. I quite like sorting paperwork, and methodically arranging the last facets of his life into the kind of order I couldn't force on him when he was alive.
Anyway, that's obviously preoccupied me a bit, along with the recruitment process for my maternity cover. But I have now appointed someone, and he's accepted, and is going to start coming in one day a week to observe, before starting properly on 1st June, with the view to a 2 week handover (8 weeks to go, not that I'm counting the days, hours and minutes, or anything!).
So, I've taken a bit of a coffee break to have a catch up, and a couple of things jumped out at me....
TTL you mentioned parma ham being more dangerous than gloveless gardening...please explain! I love parma ham and regularly pick up a pack from the M&S shop at the garage on the drive home, and wolf down 8 slices while driving the remaining 3 miles home (unless I'm a nice mummy and allow DD one slice...how magnanimous am I!). Have I committed the ultimate pg sin?
Jasmine let's go to the cafe and fart together. I have been terrible, pretty much since day one of this pg. Don't know if this baby just releases more noxious fumes than the local power plant, but I regularly find myself giving a furtive glance around before releasing. I just abandoned all pride about bodily functions roughly 4 years ago during labour, and haven't regained it since! But you may have gone a bit awol yourself, now your DH's back home. Hope he's behaving himself.
Mother argh, let me know if something drastic happens, and one/two/three of the snort pigs needs collecting from school or keeping entertained for a few hours.
Hope everyone else is ticking along nicely. I have no idea if I'm in the breech club or not. Bump keeps moving, she still seems to have far too much space at her disposal in there.
And our name short list has been hacked down a little. I was leaning towards Phoebe, but DP thinks that our generation will forever think of Friends, and I think he might have a point.