This (an extract from the book 'Skinny Bitch') made me choke on my saliva:
Go suck your mother's tits. The perfect line.
36+1
I'm writing this from the nail salon. I'm having a mani/pedi and I couldn't be happier. If you said to me you HAVE to go through another pregnancy but could have a mani/pedi twice a week then I'd do it. I'd do anything for a pedicure.
Another good nights sleep last night, I think she's finally established the difference between day and night and it's about bloody time. My only grumble today is backache and sore ribs. I wish she'd hurry up and drop, if it gets much worse I'll have to stop wearing a bra and they've already started to sag.
The joys of pregnancy.
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I'm rolling my eyes...
'A positive outlook and cheerful disposition throughout the pregnancy period will ensure a safe pregnancy and healthy baby.'
I cannot print my reply to this...
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35+6
'Not long to go now...' everyone keeps bleating. Whatevs.
I am now struggling to walk. I look like a ninety eight year old granny that's messed her granny pants. I'm also weighing in the same as a beach whale so to console myself I just ate two chocolate cupcakes. That will be another 4lb gain. Excellent.
The bump has grown overnight, it's fucking huge. I'm going to start measuring it, if it gets any bigger I shall be housebound until she gets here. I really am struggling with this extra weight which, I guess, is a good thing because it means I'll never be fat.
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