This weekend I was thirty eight. B spent my birthday wiring in the pump to the agahunterrayburn so that we could have hot water AND central heating.
Instead of going out for a meal we spent Saturday evening in the bath, topping up the scalding water with our toes.
As well, we had a huge row with both grandmothers about the mechanics of a christening/naming ceremony for Leo (too complicated and boring to explain) and I have taken two photocopies of my arse and posted one to each of them.
B's mother has ended up phoning MY mother and ranting at her about what an ungrateful bitch I am. They have only met each other twice.
Not a good day.
However, we had a twenty week scan on Sunday and the baby has got all it's required bits in the required places. We don't know what sex it is, because at our hospital you have to pay an extra £50 to find out and we baulked.
Now, I go to bed.
Hang in there for the bee stories.