So she said, "What's the problem, baby?"
What's the problem I don't know
Well, maybe I'm in love
Think about it everytime I think about it
Can't stop thinkin about it
How much longer will it take to cure this?
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if its love
Makes me wanna turn around and face me
But I don't know nothing about love
Come on, come on
Turn a little faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after
Come on, come on
Because everybody's after love

Julian did you post on my blog? Why can't you just tell me these things? I'm sorry too.

Anyhoo. Amelia is now four months old. Last December seems such a long long time ago, when she was only a little wriggler in my tummy. We've been through so much since then. A word to the wise- when you give birth, take all the drugs on offer. Forget about birthing pools and deep breathing and mooing like a cow. None of it works. Take the damn drugs.

So I was reading about these women who give birth at home, completely alone. No partner even. And what makes it even worse, they do it because they WANT to! Stupid people. Kindof like Tom Cruise making Katie Holmes have a silent birth. No woman on earth could have a silent birth.

And me...I'm stuck at home. I do nothing except change nappies and shovel food into someone's mouth. Such a change from more than a year ago, when I was so determined to never ever get married and have kids.

What changed? Buggered if I know.