i've just brought p home from holiday club. she went to sit at the table to do some colouring while I sorted out dinner.
She appears in the kitchen.
"what are we going to call it, mummy?"
"what are we going to call what?"
"The baby we're having on November 6th."
Shit. She then asked me "where the other babies were."
I'm a couple of months pregnant - much too early to tell P because I'm not very good at staying pregnant. It was my first appointment with the midwife today. I hadn't noticed that she'd left all my notes open on the table. Pol read the number of pregnancies I've had. She wanted to know if she "could come with me for a scan on May 7th at 1.30pm."
I didn't know what to say. I had to change the subject and ask if she wanted to go on the nintendo.
posted by dodo @ 4:45 pm
2 Comments:
blimey o riley
she's a pistol
complete chip of the old block.
yes, when i have nothing useful to contribute, i will revert to cliche
plus i like calling people a pistol. there's dashed little use for it
Please have your baby on 5th November and call it:
a) Sparkles
b) Guy Fawkes
c) Catherine Wheel
always assuming that you're adamant about not calling the baby Frodo this time....
Please? for moi?
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