Staff announcement: I’m preggers, have a bun in the oven, am currently brewing a tiny human. I’ve been calling it T-Rex because we don’t know yet if it is a boy or a girl and for the longest time now it has looked decidedly like a baby reptilian cast member from Jurassic Park. (Don’t worry: mummy and daddy love you!) Being pregnant gets to you to consider the truly important questions in life such as ‘Why am I starving at 1:43am??’ Prepare to be jealous - I’m hungry like literally all the time. T-Rex is making my body behave like I am composed of an entire male teenage rugby team that must fuel up before the big game in 2 hour’s time. What else could explain why I’m eating every 2 hours and have been a vegetarian since 2017 but suddenly cannot stop watching videos of people cooking bacon on TikTok and fantasising about eating a Big Mac? I also don’t feel that “mood swings” accurately describe the emotional rollercoaster that is pregnancy - try “personality transplant”. I’ve never been...
Random musings applauding how hilarious life is