Morning,
Day off but can't sleep. Baby is awake and I'm a wee bit nervous about today's anomoly scan. Keep lying there trying to picture the kid. And when I do sleep I breastfeed the dog in my dreams
So, I'm drinking tea, on the laptop, and watching Baby Tales on Discovery.
Maternity thongs! Why, oh why? Those things look evil enough to me under usual circumstances, but the thought of having a lovely supportive panel at the front, with a string up my arsecrack (probably eventually rubbing the piles) makes me both recoil and shudder. My pants sit across my hips, under bump, and are perfectly comfortable. My tights on the other hand, are starting to hurt when I leave the waist at hip level. Might have to buy some maternity ones.
Off to Ikea to look at cots today (between my two hossie appointments). There's a nice big retail park Next near it, so maybe I'll get a nose at the baby/maternity gear there.
skater and ski I find your badly spelled, crude words repulsive. It's called self pleasuring, dontcha know
By the way, when we find out the sex, we will only be telling close F&F at first. Don't want it discussed publically on FB or ought like that. So if you are my FB friend, or if you are a lurker/stalker who has sussed out who I am, keep it MUM! All will ve revealed tomorrow...