the new

So, three weeks in and I’m totally getting the hang of this. OR NOT AT ALL. Under the Plus column we survived a trip to Victoria which wasn’t hard, what with being waited on hand and foot by the greatest mother-in-law in known history, showing off the kid to friends and family, going for a long overdue walk with some amazing girlfriends that gave me enough love and support to power a climb up a hill that fucking sucked, and eating bacon EVERY SINGLE DAY.
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from two to three

I made a lemon cake for Nuv on September 26th, in the evening, and my water broke a few hours later. And broke and broke and broke. I splashed and leaked and soaked amniotic fluid into the backseats of three cabs, a couple of hospital wheelchairs, through all my tights, pants and pajamas and towels and sheets, into bathwater and across hospital toilets and floors. And they almost sent me home from the hospital a third time because they were unsure if my water had broke. If my fluid had been red, the West End would have looked like a fucking battlefield massacre for the ages.

 

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