Witterings
Dec. 14th, 2010 06:47 pmGood evening, fiends. By some miracle I have a seat on the train, so have decided to pop in and bother you, rather than write Christmas cards.
Oh gawd, do I really have to do those tonight? I managed almost half of them at lunchtime, but I'm so unused to writing anything by hand that it was like giving a pen to a specially trained chimp who has to concentrate really hard to simulate human handwriting.
In other news, being preggers is making me wonder whether I might actually be the least maternal woman in the world. I keep looking at other people's sprogs and thinking "Ew! I don't want one like that...". It's such a risk. What if I produce a piece of utter hellspawn and everyone but me can see it? (When it emerges, i'm going to be seriously tempted to hand it over to G's sister and say "please can you make it like one of yours and give it back when it's done?".)
A while ago Rosamicula asked me if I would prefer a boy or girl, and I said I don't mind, but am slightly fearful of getting one of those boys who is all grrrr! + testosterone + football + smashing things. I would really have no idea what to do with one of those. Rosa replied that, in her experience of teaching, most boys tended to be a lot like their dads... adding "Yours will be a bookish nerd!". (here's hoping, fiends. A mini-spodlet would suit me perfectly).
Anyway I shall stop blithering on about that as it all still seems very unreal and far away and i really should not count my (um, chicken) until I've had another scan. Plus - It's far more fun to witter on about my gorgeous kitten-babies!
Now I have to get off the train and be all hunter-gather in Tesco Express.
Aw, Richmond station has carol singers. Nice!
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Date: 2010-12-14 08:33 pm (UTC)Still... optimism :-)
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Date: 2010-12-14 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-15 04:40 pm (UTC)I always thought I would rather have a boy than girl b/c baby girl clothes are way cuter but then I remembered what a nightmare I was a teenager. The step-teens are WAY more mellow and less snarly then I ever was.