Over it, over it, over it.... this week I caught a bad cold (off of Andrew, thanks hun). Temperature was on the rise and actually resorted to popping a few Panadol (perfectly safe for foetus). I spoke to Pickles warning him/her that labour was not an option while I am feeling like this.
Completely finished work so this week Andrew is expecting the house to be sparkling and meals on the table upon his arrival home... AS IF! Feel free to take the latest poll.
No photo for this post until until my snotty nose clears up and I stop feeling like an elephant in stretched lycra.
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