An Ordinary Mum

Eliza’s Mum I should be 33 weeks pregnant. I should be huge, uncomfortable, and thinking about having a nap right about now. But I’m quite slim, slender even. It doesn’t matter anymore that I’m drinking coffee and eating a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. Because I’m not pregnant. You know when you’re watching a film and the star collapses because they’ve had a huge shock and you can see how devastated they are; well, that was me, only I’m not a star and I’m not in a film. I’m just an ordinary mum. I worry about getting the washing dry in winter, and how to […]