Something’s suddenly taken hold of me.
I feel like I have a bottomless pit in my stomach, I just want to eat and eat and eat.
The baby’s already almost 3kg, but maybe she’s getting another growth spurt. But it’s probably just my fat ass that’s getting a growth spurt.
He went off to meet some friends on his bike so he doesn’t have to worry about the last train. I remember going out late at night and coming home on my bike and stuff. Being so busy during the day that I’d go to 24 hour supermarkets all drunk to do my grocery shopping at 2am.
It’s like another life.
He’s wigging more than me. He’s scared the baby’s going to come at any moment, we’re still good for a few more weeks, I hope! He feels bad and stressed about money. And hospitals aren’t cheap, that’s for sure. But we have enough, we really do! I’d much rather he calmed down and relaxed and was there for me, than have him stressed out and tired over earning a few extra dollars that we probably won’t miss that much.