Too many hormones turned my brain into a substance similar to mushy peas. I recently went to a house warming party, only to discover that I was unable to follow a conversation, let alone say anything witty, funny or meaningful. For about 85% of the evening I found myself clinging to Big M’s sleeve. The remaining bit of the evening has been spent on the loo.
Pregnancy bliss!
Published on February 3, 2009
I actually loved the mushy peas phase of the end of pregnancy. I’ve never been more relaxed in my life than when I was incapable of coherent thought.
Visiting from the Rewind.
Too funny! Sadly the mushy peas never really go again do they? Thanks for Rewinding this Weekend x
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