Tuesday, November 20, 2007


As I sat watching the Bump move around while I was on a conference call this morning (which I still watch with a creepy fascination as my own body moves without me doing anything), I realised how big she is getting. A nice warm and fuzzy thought that my Bump is growing.

Followed by a horrible thought that in a few weeks time, when she bigger still, she will have to find a way out of my body.

Now I feel sick.


Grande Poobah said...

poor you! can't imagine that thought - but at least, of anyone, you will have the muscle tone to do it most efficiently :-)

Mummy said...

Sadly I understand that the "event" has precious little to do with any muscles I use for rowing or paddling, and something to do with, ahem, those inside. The sooner this is all over and I can move onto fa labby tummy and leaky boobs the better... then again!