Well, our w/e has been interesting.
Firstly, repentant dh misjudged a speed bump on Friday and has managed to knacker my pelvis totally so he's now feeling even worse than before. I've gone from taking 1xpara + 1xcocodamol to 2xcocodamol every 4 hours through the day and then crying through the night. Am hoping to get hold of physio tomorrow to see if I can have an emergency appt.
And yesterday I had a funny (oh, hilarious) conversation in Tesco's. You know, the sort where you just think 'shut up, shut up now'? It went like this:
Me:
Cashier: Oh, how lovely, twins!
Me:
Meanwhile, dh is back, almost incoherent with mirth, ds is utterly bemused and I'm about to spontaneously combust. Everyone between aisles 12 & 15 is looking at me and my bump, assessing whether they think I'm due in 6 weeks or not, assessing shape and height OR pissing themselves laughing!
If I'd been wearing a hat I'd have sent ds round with it to collect coppers 