The EL is doing my frikkin head in. I HATE IT. It makes me totally mad, crazy, nuts, crackpotty (shut up, that is word) and all the rest. I got up this morning and burst into tears. Why? No idea. It's Sunday. I tried doing my singing exercises - ha! abandoned and went for a coffee. YES A COFFEE - WHAT ABOUT IT!!
Sorry. I want to start a face book page - Haters of EL. 'cept it would defy the point of this anonymous stuff.
I POAS again today. Still nada Phew. So I think I am well and truly not preggers and this cycle is, so far, ok. Ohhhhh just think. This time next month it will be cooler and I might be lucky enough to be hurling down the loo, falling asleep in my soup and crying because it's Sunday (again) . I will be thinking about warmer socks and maternity wear. Where we would actually put the baby (yeah, we could plan ahead but why take away all the fun).
I am impatient to get on with all this. So come on AF lets go sweetie. I know you usually hang back till the worst possible moment but if you do I will find you and it will hurt. You, not me.
Oh and breakfast this morning - a toasted bagel (Oh yeah) a curly wurly (English candy) and a bar of English chocolate. I love have my free of diet day.
Now excuse me - miss kitty is demanding my attentions, stroking a velvet belly... mmmn Sunday.