Time flies when your not having fun.

Apparently the punishment for neglecting your blog these days is an aggressive attack of spam. I have just deleted around 40 spam comments from my blog, proclaiming to know the answers to some of the big questions like "How to prevent your shoes from squeaking" and "where to buy tight shiny clothes" as well as the usual "The hard friend in your pants will look up into the sky" and "How to make your man's carrot grow" which I am pretty sure is not advertising fertiliser.

So anyway I am at the business end of the pregnancy from hell, and am due in 4 days. I could quite easily rave on for another 10 paragraphs about all the horrible symptoms I have had, but I won't, mostly because it would bore you to tears, but also because I would prefer not to think about it any more. After having two completely problem free pregnancies, this one has really been a shock to the system. So I would just like to take this opportunity to apologise to all pregnant women to whom I have shaken my head/rolled my eyes at in the past who were holding their back/frowning/groaning at every movement and bossing their poor husbands around like they are some sort slave, because I have come to the realisation that pro-creation is not always as easy as my first two children led me to believe.