Apparently Trogdor looks like frozen Han Solo.According to some calculations this is the last week of my first trimester while others say I have just started the first week of my second trimester.
I've decided to be in my second trimester.
Well, why not? Trogdor will be born when s/he's ready any-way. I'm sure my little burninator isn't concerned about dates. What are dates when Mum is obviously attempting to poison one by trying to eat fresh fish? We don't stand for that sort of thing in this womb!
Good grief. That's the first time I've described myself as 'Mum'. As in a 'Mum' to this little one not just a cool blogger name.
I'm fine.
No, really.
I need to go and lie down.
Mum.
Oh. Dear. Lord.
2 comments:
You've just opened yourself a can of worms now. Every time I see you...I will call you Mum! :)
Only if I'm wearing a frock :-)
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