I am sick.
Okay, so I'm not dying or anything (I hope) and it's actually quite manageable so long as I sit very still and relax. Here's the problem.... being a stay at home mom to a 13 month old daughter does not exactly lend itself to sitting quietly and feeling sorry for oneself.
For example, since starting typing a few minutes ago I have already had to dislodge several bits of unknown "Fireplace dirt" from her fists en route to her mouth and change what had to be the mankest smelling nappy known to man, woman or beast. Half of her dinner is still in her hair and we are both still wearing our pyjamas.
Add to that the fact that tiny babs number two has spent the day practicing free kicks on my internal organs and I have come to the conclusion that pregnancy and motherhood are not conducive to being unwell. Babies have no sympathy for a less then robust mum.
Oh God! She's stuck behind the couch again.
Roll on 6:00pm.....
