All over the place this past few weeks. Think I'm stressed, in fact I know I'm stressed. Mostly though I am majorly broody. Its horrible. I've never been broody like this. Well occasionally I have its like a cursory fleeting thing, lasting like a day or so, but this has been going on for weeks. WEEKS!
I keep looking at other peoples babies and thinking "Mine would be nicer. And better behaved" shortly followed by "If I fell pregnant just now I could have a wee Feb/March baby. That would fit in alright with uni" then followed by feelings of raging bitterness at people who have babies/are pregnant who I have given a cursory glance over and decided as undeserving. I mean whats that about? How do I know who is deserving and who's not? I also find quite a lot of other peoples babies ugly. Sorry but there's a lot of no-braw weans out there. I'm a raging walking bag of hormones.
In other more mundane news, washing machine is broken. Woke up this morning to find it BOILING my uniforms. Steam gushing out of the drawer where the soap powder goes, and when I tried to open the drawer I got a steam burn and the front fell off. Its was so hot its deformed all the plastic bits of the machine and the wee Ariel ball has boiled that much its shrunk. It was that hot. Phone call on Indesit on Monday and if the parts can't be fixed then its looking like a new machine.
Husband is facing redundancy, and currently job hunting in earnest so could really do without shelling out £300 for a new machine. Hes thinking about a haircut. I don't know how I feel about this although it might make sexytime less annoying (long sory for another time)
Exposed to live swine flu this week (I think) due to a breakdown in communication. Might have to abandon placement due to lack of a mentor due to shift changes on thier end. Pain in the arse. Seriously. Means I have to carry forward 187.5 hours of placement time which I'll have to complete in November.
I'm going to kill Husband if he doesn't stop banging THOSE FUCKING DRUMS.
Today I am cooking roast chicken. Inabag. With roast potatoes. After eating a whole bag of cookies and a packet of Gu mousses.
Like I say raging bag of hormones. Need to get back on the diet tomorrow and get into a size 12 once and for all. Then I stop, might need to go on the husbands redundancy diet which is basically scruvy tempting beans on toast for months...
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All newborn babies look either like Winston Churchill (the person, not the dog from the adverts - although thinking about it, maybe the dog too...)or a skinned rabbit. It's a fact. Unless they are your own kid, in which case they are gorgeous. Same goes for kids behaviour. Everyone else's kids are brats.
Am a bit worried about your maths though. Get preggers tonight, and you'd be March/April delivery surely? If you do decide to proceed, get used to the drums. It's useful training for all the noise ahead. Paul is only helping really...
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