tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234599572667566802.post5620530743103501188..comments2023-05-09T07:24:04.476-07:00Comments on Bad Mammy!: Things I Can No Longer DoNothingLikeAGiraffehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758223129841542290noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234599572667566802.post-38848986244086957172011-04-01T15:59:18.404-07:002011-04-01T15:59:18.404-07:00ah I remember this well. I used to regularly bump...ah I remember this well. I used to regularly bump into the kitchen benches with bump as I had no awareness of my size. Got soooo tired of people asking me my due date & if I know if it was a boy or girl. It's brilliant being at the otherside and being able to roll around on the floor again or pick weeds out of the garden. Oh and to sleep briefly but comfortably! Hang in there my darling, remember how much they're worth it ;0) xxxxJulia Mitfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07475654994738663521noreply@blogger.com