If you know me in real life and you have come upon this blog, please honour my wishes and don't read on. This blog is no longer a fun hobby. It has become a refuge. I need this place, this space to pour out my heart, but knowing that some friends are now reading this is causing me to want to censor myself. I have no way of knowing who is reading, unless you comment, so all I can do is trust you to honour my wishes.
(If I have specifically invited you to read this, that's a different story). Thank you.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Back to school


So last night The Band and I went to our first prenatal class. It was great. The chick who takes it is hysterical and muchos irreverent. Disappointingly there was none of the suck-suck-pant breathing technique stuff. Perhaps later on. There was a doll which looked a little like Chucky on a bad day. There was also a bunch of ladies with boeps waddling to the bathroom constantly. All due in September and ranging from mini-bumps to massive girths.

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