One year, when helping out at a precocious american kids camp, there was a rather tubby girl with bright ginger curly hair who was , (cruelly, and in private if it makes it any better, I know but we were young and overtired) reffered to as 'the girl who ate Annie'. Such cruelty has come to bite me on my now oversized rear end and I now look the the old woman in the rhyme who has scoffed all the farmyard animals. Having had to make a number of trips for work recently, hearing folks visably gasp exclaiming 'what you're due in october...really' and 'the ever funny one 'are you sure its not twins' is wearing rather thin. I am aware I am the size of a house and that my bump eneter the room a bit before me...I am enormous.
On a recent trip to the midwife, she started discussing 10lb babies- now this is never good to hear when one is only 28 weeks pregnant. The sympathetic phrase , coupled with a gentle pat or a friendly shrug ' well it is number 3' is not helping either. Obstretion sister in law recons there may be alot of water in there as she can't locate his/her head. Either way it may be a rough ride ahead as with the no sleeping, the surprisingly hot heat wave and achey hips much of what's swimming in my head is '12 more freekin' weeks'...dear lord! Eyes on the prize....and onwards.
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