Don't kick the dog.

Let me explain a little about myself. I know nothing about computers. I have been told by my friend who blogs to create one - I suppose she thinks I couldn't do it. But hey ho, I think I've actually gone and done it!

Well anyway I'm a lot fat as I'm 8 months pregnant and I have a daughter who is 13. She is my be all and end all. She has just lost her dad to cancer. It's a strange thing when asked by your ex that when he is near the end, will you nurse him... but that's just what I did. And that's how I met my blog friend! Of course I know her as another name...I'll let you guess who she is.

God! I feel like a large wheelie bin on legs. I'm 38 years old and pregnant!!! What happened? you may ask. With a 13 year old daughter I thought I'd left that all behind, but I met a man and fell in love. Ummm...it's not quite what it seems. He's lovely but he is the laziest bloke I've ever met! I told him yesterday I was going to make him a star chart for good behaviour. You think I'm joking? I'm not! Well today he lost any stars he got yesterday. Being 8 months preggers its hard to see my feet let alone any thing else. I suppose lots of things look trivial but when he said "is that what your'e wearing?" I nearly flipped! Yeah, ok...I expect Kate MOSS wouldn't wear my knickers (and I wouldn't let her have mine any way cause she can afford her own) but he apparently doesn't like my g strings!!! That means I've been wearing a cheese wire which almost cut me in half cause I thought he liked them, but he doesn't. Bastard. I could have been wearing big comfy nicks all through this pregnancy!!!