Nothing like being draped in a Union Jack (it’s the largest t-shirt I own) to make you realise you’re roughly the size of the HMS Victory.
Eight weeks to go, and if TJ decided s/he fancied a July birthday after all, s/he’d probably be fine after a spell in the special baby unit. Whoa.
I STILL haven’t painted my rocking chair. But I can’t wait to rock someone in it, and that’ll happen quite soon. Whether it’s painted or not.