That's it really! In a grump this morning sat on stinky commuter train into Central London.
Pregnant with ds2. Totally knackered: work 4 days per week in high stress job (not physical work, it's a desk job, but it's mentally exhausting).
I do most of the nursery drop offs and pick ups, and give DS his supper/bath of an evening cos DHs job doesn't really permit it.
Oh and we have decorators coming in next week to totally refurbish our house so me and DH spent the weekend boxing up all our belongings to store in the garage out of their way.
I am already the size of a fucking hippo. My fanny looks like a baboons bum.
Finishing work at 35 weeks...roll on that day.
Bah! Fed. Up.
Anyone else?