Waiting...
I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen and I can't quite remember what it is.
Of course I'm fairly sure it's that 'giving birth' thing but it feels so elusive, like a half-heard song on the other side of a meadow that reminds you of something.
If the duckling were to arrive tomorrow evening we'd manage. Though I wish I had a tidy gene in my body it's essentially clean in all the places that matter. I'd just need to send Jon to Asda for munchies for us and the midwives.
Of course I'm fairly sure it's that 'giving birth' thing but it feels so elusive, like a half-heard song on the other side of a meadow that reminds you of something.
If the duckling were to arrive tomorrow evening we'd manage. Though I wish I had a tidy gene in my body it's essentially clean in all the places that matter. I'd just need to send Jon to Asda for munchies for us and the midwives.