Ah yes, the inestimable pleasure of ralffing repeatedly, all in the name of maternity; I remember that like it was yesterday. However, if we start swapping pregnancy horror stories, Bodie and Doyle might scarper from all the blood and guts, so we'd better desist. Heh.
I do remember, however, one time my daughter stepped away from the computer leaving her screen name up, while I did a google search. One of her innumerable boyfriends IM'd her, and I told the young man that I was his girlfriend's mother. He didn't believe me, thought it was my daughter playing a prank on him. Nothing I could say would persuade the bloke I was the mum rather than the youngster until I offered to give him a blow by blow description of labor and delivery. Suddenly he was completely convinced I was the Mom, appologized profusely for doubting my word. My daughter got a large laugh out of it all. There's just no faking the real thing, eh?
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I do remember, however, one time my daughter stepped away from the computer leaving her screen name up, while I did a google search. One of her innumerable boyfriends IM'd her, and I told the young man that I was his girlfriend's mother. He didn't believe me, thought it was my daughter playing a prank on him. Nothing I could say would persuade the bloke I was the mum rather than the youngster until I offered to give him a blow by blow description of labor and delivery. Suddenly he was completely convinced I was the Mom, appologized profusely for doubting my word. My daughter got a large laugh out of it all. There's just no faking the real thing, eh?