Ordinary dayI have a blogging problem. I don't really like talking about myself. I have no problem talking about infertility - that is a sort of separate entity I was landed with. Infertility tells a good story, can be a cliffhanger at times. But I am much more ordinary. I am glad, I strived to be ordinary for a very long time. Now I am just an ordinary woman with an ordinary pregnancy, even if it did have dramatic beginnings.
I could talk about my husband, but he can do that for himself. I could tell you about my beautiful son, he is much more extraordinary than me. But that is not my story to tell. And he is already getting good at the Internet (he can navigate his way around YouTube) and starting to read, so it could come back to haunt me in a few short years!
Instead I will leave you with some photos of my best boy:
By the way, I am not signing off! I need you to listen to my whinging for at least another three months!!!