Looking down the barrel of the thingo. You know what I mean.
11 November 2005, 18:17
Whenever I see a heavily preggo woman, I think “Oh my god, what would I do if I ever got that big?” Well, patrons, I espied myself in a shop-front window today and realised. I am that big. I’m a big preggo lady who other women probably look at and think “Omigod I hope I don’t get that big…”
O.K I’m exaggerating. I haven’t toppled forward yet or gone arse over tit down a flight of stairs (outstanding, considering my track record for doing just that), but I’m at the stage now where I have to think about how I’m gonna get of the couch in case I pull a muscle somewhere.
My vocabulary has gone up shit creek without a paddle. Everything these days is the thingamiwhatsit or the dooverlacky thingo. My thingamiwhatsit has become an “overcoat”, even though husband tells me it’s a “dressing gown”. It’s all very confusing, this words thing. Please make it stop.
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