getting lazy.
oooh. sleepy. why i’m attempting to pen anything slightly sensical in current state, i don’t know. it’s only really cos Greer roused on me for not blogging for ages.
so!
can’t believe the little one’s due tomorrow. golly. isn’t that just wild? to think that my life is about to change in a major, major way for a long, long time in what could be only 6 hours away? hurts the head.
in the event that Beetle does arrive when s/he’s scheduled to (which, in all honesty, is highly unlikely, considering its Mummy is the most disorganised, fashionably late, slovenly, etc woman known to man), i’m devising a list of things that i may only have 6 hours left to do for a long, long time due to my life changing in a major, major way:
1. get coked to the eyeballs and spout rubbish at anyone in the vicinity
2. party like it’s 1999
3. announce that i’m a free soul with absolutely no ties and could leave on a world trip if i wanted to
4. sleep
ah. sleep.
x.
getting coked to the eyeballs 6 hours before a baby is due is probably not the best way to go… although it could make labour a lot more enjoyable I spose
can’t believe I’m getting blamed for denying a pregnant lady sleep…
ah well… I’ll survive