And
so, these posts about my pregnancy with Esme and her birth ‘Down to earth
with a bump’ conclude. For my bump
was born, was home, and was now… a living nightmare. (Her constant screaming did not stop).
Meanwhile, I cannot post tonight as I'm done in. Why ever did I suggest a jaegerbomb prior to dinner and then follow it up with copious amounts of bubbles, still prior to dinner? Oh dear. It's been a long long day. I've embeded myself in my kids for most of it, taking comfort from the delight they bring me. Now though, I need bed. Goodnight.
