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The bambino's grandpa was away for a few days which meant that I had the TV to myself and I could switch it off when I felt like it. It was blissful to catch up on a couple of episodes of Heroes that I'd recorded (or as Americans say Tivo'd) and I was able to wean the bambino off her mounting addiction to cricket and football. He returned last night and practically sprinted into the sitting room

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It was 9.30 last night and I finished putting away all of the clean laundry, I suddenly thought "F*cking hell! I'm a bloody housewife!" Now before anyone gets the wrong idea, I was not doing housework all day into the dead of night and instead I am a 'victim' of my own pisspoor time management. There were invites to sort for the impending christening, blogging to do, a 45 minute bitching session

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Jaysus I can't believe a whole week has gone by...Thank God I didn't go saying that I planned to blog more regularly which is what I had intended to say...Maybe I'll just surprise people... It's been a pretty hectic week which was compounded when I felt myself feeling exhausted for the first few days. The bambino did her very best to wear out my poor boobs as she tried to settle back into our

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On Saturday we attended another wedding, this time with my friend and work colleague Q and her husband. I'm sure that the boyf and her husband were feeling nervous as they know how much we can misbehave...and we certainly didn't let them down... The wedding was due to start at 12.30 "European Time not Sierra Leone Time" it specified on the invite. The boyf was still in the shower at 12.30 and at

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I should have known that our holiday was going to be eventful when the boyf put his hand in the front pocket of his suitcase moments before we were leaving and handed me a thong. "Why are you giving me someone else's knickers!?! Oh my God! Are these one of your exes knickers?????" We were howling with laughter and he kept insisting that this ratty thong must be mine. Neither of us have used this

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It's just before 7.30am and the boyf is insisting that we leave for Heathrow in a few minutes despite not booking the car parking till 10am... Funny how I distinctly remember saying "Will we book the parking for 9?" Of course when he is whinging about having to wait, I'll try to resist the urge to say 'I told you so'... He'll be lucky if I don't batter him with the suitcase before the end of the

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I'm feeling better after my little vent and thanks for the lovely comments. I emailed the group and told them that I won't be joining them for the weekly get togethers anymore. I didn't do chapter and verse on the ins and outs of why and just said that for various reasons, I just don't feel that I fit in. It's not that I don't get on with them, but the whole group thing just doesn't do it for me

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At 11.30 on Friday night, I walked out of restaurant with five other women that I met through my National Childbirth Trust (NCT)antenatal class. It was our first proper night out since having our babies and it was supposed to be a night on the razz but we appeared to be finishing early, and whilst people had drunk, they hadn't drunk very much. "So where do we get taxi's?" I asked and they all

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On Saturday we went to a BBQ with our usual cohorts. It's normally pretty relaxed, with our bambino's in tow and plenty of giggling and pisstaking. Whilst we had fun, I have to admit that this time it was different as there were some guests that were very full on. Much as I may take the piss out of our men, the boyf would be mortified if I spoke to him like a dog in public (or in private for that

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It's possible that I have been misguided in thinking that my days of being chatted up are over, after all, I don't seem to give off that vibe that used to draw in every Tom, Dick, and Harry that fancied their chances. The sight of the bambino and my mammoth boobs full of milk should scare off any bloke...but of course, I do draw in the nutters.... This guy started talking to me in the station

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The boyf, the bambino, and I were supposed to go to church yesterday as we were planning to meet the reverend to arrange a date for her christening. Naturally we woke up late so we were in a bit of a rush but surprisingly, we were all ready really quickly. Just as we were getting ready to go, we heard the distinctive sound of a squelch. "Oh NO! She's doing a poo!" I wailed. "I'll change her" the

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As a lover of karaoke, I never thought that I would claim to be all sung out, but after seven continuous hours of karaoke on my birthday, I reckon I should take a breather from the cabaret.... My birthday started a day early on Friday when I woke up at 9.30 am to the sounds of the bambino whimpering and shuffling and realised that the boyf was in the bed beside me. "Boyf I shouted giving him a

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The boyf and I were in Homebase shopping for barbecue stuff for my birthday yesterday when he absentmindedly went to put the items into the pushchair with the bambino. He caught himself and started laughing at his mistake and laughed even harder when he realised that the bambino was smiling and wriggling with laughter. I can just imagine what she was thinking..."Silly daddy! Do I look like a

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My opportunities for bickering are much less now that I don't have to go to work each day. The bambino is too young to be troublesome and the boyf is...well he's the boyf, and even with his annoying boy habits (why can't he put his socks in the linen basket, his towel back on the rail, and eat the yoghurts I keep finding dotted around the house?), he's quite entertaining. So I surprised myself by

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Early Saturday morning, I had just gotten back into bed after settling the bambino and snuggled in against the boyf. It wasn't long before I started to drift off and then I was shocked out of my sleep when I felt the boyf let a ripper of a fart on my thigh. I recoiled from the shock of it and the boyf instinctively woke up and grabbed me in a hug laughing and full of apologies. His fart was part

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Yesterday was the first of July and when I acknowledged the date, a tremor of fear went through me. "Oh feck! I'm 30 in 27 days!" I wailed to the boyf. He chuckled and said "Yep! You're getting old now honey!" I pinched him and reminded him that at 34, he's no-one to talk. I remember being about 7 or 8 years old and saying "I'm going to be 30 in the year 2007" and thinking that it seemed so far

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So the bambino and I are home alone this week as the boyf is away with work. I haven't gone into a meltdown and whilst I miss the boyf, it's been rather entertaining being alone with the bambino. I knew that she may have leanings to being a pain in the arse like her dad when she saved up a poo for 5.30am this morning! I was swooning from the 'surprise' but then she gave one of her little yells

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A few evenings ago I was sitting on the sofa with the boyf's mum and her partner whilst they fussed over the bambino. I heard the front door open and remembering that I had an important message for him, I called out "Boyf?!" "No it's your other lover..." he quipped. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and there was an awkward silence as his mum and her partner stared at me. The boyf froze

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On Monday evening I lay on the sofa watching TV with the boyf. "Tomorrow is my first official day of being a housewife and mum..." I said quietly. I'd been feeling a bit emotional all day at the thought of the boyf returning to work not the thought of being a hausfrau! I'd really enjoyed the time with him. "Yeah I know. You'll be fine though" he smiled. "Hmmm...oh...yeah...that reminds me...

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Well after 36 hours, pethidene, 13 epidural tops of varying strengths (not including the ones during the op...), gas and air, 3 antibiotic bags, some other drug, plus morphine, our beautiful little girl was born by c-section at 11.32am on the 31st May, weighing in at a rather startling 8lbs! The moment she came out, I totally forgot about the the dramas of the labour and instantly fell in love.

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Well I'm signing off as tomorrow I will not only be moving to my new home with the boyf, but I'm going to be induced tomorrow night. The bambino will definitely be here in the next couple of days and I'm really excited, scared sh*tless, and flipping tired from preparing to move and crap sleep (you try sleeping with a miniscule bladder and a bambino that likes to think it's playtime everytime you

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Nobody tells you when you get knocked up just how pissy you can get when you go overdue. I have never felt so powerless to control something. OK, that was a lie. How quickly I forget that we got mucked around for almost 4 months buying our house and how uncontrollable being in a chain of assclowns was... I've been in a relatively good mood for the past day or so, but Monday was a day of new

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Just so that I get to dispel any unnecessary potential excitement caused by a lack of blog post, where some may think that I have popped the bambino...I haven't. I can barely believe after all the predictions of the bambino arriving early because of my size of bump, small frame and pre-labour pains (everyone else's words)...I'm now two days overdue. When I say I was inundated with messages and

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So clearly, I am still up the duff as I'm able to write this blogpost. One more full day to go and after that I have reached my due date. So much for popping early....unless I pop tomorrow, there are an awful lot of people who shouldn't be dashing to take up jobs as Mystic Meg... My ma called me today to ask if I was keeping the date that the baby was arriving a secret from her. Seriously, I

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I have been a moody bitch from hell for the past couple of days but thankfully it's starting to taper off now. I'm impressed that it's taken me till the 39th week to become properly hormonal and demanding that the bambino comes out, but the poor boyf hasn't known what to do with me. "Everybody else is having their baby! WHY AREN'T I? IT'S NOT FAIR!" and fair play to the boyf, he pissed himself

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