Dropping in for a quick cuppa...

My, it's been a long time.
Having pretty much decided that blogs were the domain of the tediously self-indulgent, I went cold turkey on looking and posting.
But I recently got roped onto bloody facebook, which is living up to its stalker reputation (!), and it has renewed a vague interest in my sad, self-indulgent little blog, languishing all alone and unloved in cyberspace, and I thought I'd check in on it.
I think, Faddsy my old friend, that it might be just you and me here together. I think we can speak frankly without fear of being overheard. I'd guess that visitors to this cave have long since stopped when all they found were bleached bones and scattered remains. (I really shouldn't reread Clan of the Cave Bear. It's bad for me in so many ways.)
Fadds, I confess, I have been attacked anew, but not by a fad this time. After all, fads are for Christmas. Babies are for life. Babies are life. I have new life. In me.

I am 22 and a half weeks into pregnancy, and loving it!
The baby is constantly squirming and rolling and thumping me from inside. It's really the most awesome sensation!

Whoops...I am turning back into a self-indulgent blogger who thinks everyone is interested in what, although it is new to me, is merely a fact of life and not the most original thing I have ever embarked on, as lovely as it is.
So, that was just my catch up session with you, Fadsattack.

xxx