I know and believe that all shall be well. I’ll have the cutest most lovable and loving baby much like the DH (in his lovably and lovingly disposed times) and everything will be peaceful and good with the world.
The incessant nausea and MS vanished for 2 days just to be back with a vengeance today. The man was (as evident in the prev para) at his caring best, made scrambled eggs and served me in bed. (his cooking repertoire, unfortunately, is limited to that one dish although he thinks otherwise).
I’m blogging from work but I’ve not been doing any work anyway, and blogging is better than blog-hopping surely?