I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…

…hooba habba habba heebady how…

(Apologies to Chumbawumba, but after the first time hearing the Bro sing it that way, that’s all I can think of. :D )

Anyway. Yesterday was rough. I felt really crummy, but no real sign of movement from Junior Miss. Then I had a crummy night’s sleep. So today I am operating on sheer willpower. I have a short(ish) list of things to do, and I am going to get them all done, dammit, if it puts me into labour.

Heh.

So…I am off. I’ll keep ya posted. Be good, and if you can’t be good, don’t name it after me. *snicker* (Ah, exhausted pregnant lady humour…is there anything ridiculouser? *snort*)

2 Responses to “I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…”

  1. Rella Says:

    Mark it on the calendar. I bet next week you will look back and say… that was the beginning of the end!

  2. Robbie Says:

    Labour inducing labour. cool.

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