hammer and a nail
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
My tireless midwife phoned last night to say that my blood results were back and the reason I've been spending every available moment (not that there are many) flat on my back is that I'm anaemic. And here was me thinking it was just constitutional indolence. Somehow, I feel vindicated. So it's off to the chemist later for some ferro-something-or-other that will hopefully put the bounce back in my bungee.
Meanwhile, Becca is dragging her Buzzy Bee™ around the house claiming it's a dog. Called Rolf. She keeps making me pat him. Could this be subtle pre-birthday pressure? I wouldn't put it past her: she knows it's coming up. It won't work, in any case: there's going to be enough upheaval around here without adding furry incontinent insanity into the mix.
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