Jas was tired all the time: struggling with nausea, growing bigger organs, producing more blood, all in preparation for giving birth to a little person not yet the size of a mango. It gave me plenty of time to get things done...!
We had our first of many sojourns into Mothercare. We perused the imposing variety of strollers, all of them seemed to require serious engineering abilities to collapse and erect each of them. I was afraid to touch them: a number of them looked like Transformers that would re-arrange themselves and shoot me. My opinion of them all did alter slightly when I found one with a drink holder. Mmm, beer...
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