Morning,
Train was packed, sat opposite long legged man who gave me no room, was boiling hot, feeling sick and headache. Got off train and proceeded to drop my unzipped purse all over the concourse at Liverpool Street station, in the middle of rush hour. I picked up what I could, then laughed at my self, said FuckIt and walked off.
I got an emergency pasta salad from M&S. Yes for breakfast, and I don't care who's watching!
Wasn't feeling pregnant at all yesterday, but today the nausea has returned.
DD was very well behaved early on the morning rush to drop her off at breakfast club, I was so happy, it really helps when she is in a co-operative mood!
DD is 7 - she is incredibly clever (didn't get it from me) however, if she is bored or feels left out she can be a total cow.
She has a way of twisting me up with words, she has an answer for everything. Sometimes amusing, sometimes infuriating!
I think DC3 will be amazing for her, she is so loving and helpful given the chance, and I really think she is going to be a huge help.
DS is 12 this month (12!!!) he is very easy going and relaxed.
He's all "baby on the way? meh"