The blogging mojo seems to have exited stage right around these parts. I love it when I read blogs that have seemingly ordinary day-to-day stories (I'm a bit of a voyeur like that), but lately mine have seemed way too ordinary, you know?
And then I remembered something that is so ordinary it's extraordinary ... I am cooking up a human.
Yeah I know tonnes of us have done it and done it a few times over but it is pretty cool isn't it? There's a person in there. Sure there's the three toilet trips a night, the varicose veins the ridiculously enormous bosoms that now appear to rest on the belly (cleverly edited out of the photo), the extraordinary tiredness coupled weirdly with insomnia, the low blood pressure and iron levels ... mmmm good times. But then every now and then I remember that this will be the last time I do this and of course how much I wanted to get to this stage last time and then suddenly this little guys cartwheels and elbows (or knees?) poking out aren't such a pain. Sort of.