Cripes, where did the last thread go!
Mummy good luck for today!
Pram happy birthday for yesterday! Sound like ace pressies to me.
Picture this. On a plane, in the toilet cubicle. Baby on the changing table positioned just above the toilet. Thanks to noravirus, sudden urge to vom and squit. Can't decide which end is more important plus must keep one hand on DS. Decide bum end is more dangerous so sit. You can guess the rest. DH blissfully snoring away in 23A.
'Tis true, there be no dignity left.
I'm 37, which I realise isn't old old but combined with this being number four, I wondered if they'd add them together and conclude I couldn't have a homebirth. It's 38 and baby number five apparently.
Must go and feed some animals (no, not the kids).