just popping in (i'm still allowed here, right? ) to say hello and wishing you lots of labour vibes today!!
Now listen, I know you're all really miserable and just want it to be over, but let me remind you of a few good things you can still savour! I'm already missing:
*being able to eat whatever the fark I want
*having a good excuse to cry/throw a strop/generally act hormonal
*access to lots of powerful drugs
*clothes, carpets, sofas, and floors free of baby puke
*nights without the piercing screams of a tiny monster (sorry, I mean, your wonderful angelic baby) just at the very moment that you finally fell asleep
*the bliss of pretending you own no tiny clothes which you must must must fit back into, preferably ASAP, and most definitely before appearing before all the family for the christening!
Yeah I pulled out one of my boxes of 'normal' clothes looking for a one particular top, and what should I find? My bikinis!! surely they must belong to someone else - like a fit 18 year old - not me? I mean, how the hell am I ever going to fit into those again?? Arrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh
keep us posted! anyone want the rest of my mint ice cream?