lets face it, we have never been friends. I take particular dislike to you in a way others don't.
You have a habit of turning up at my house at quite frankly inconvenient times, like um…when i was pregnant…last trimester…every.single.time. Nothing like a baby jumping around on your belly when tummy bug is in situ…if you know what i mean?
I thought we had our relationship with each other worked out, knew where we stood, you over there..me over here…then you crossed the line.
Six months old and dealing with a nasty tummy bug is no fun. No…fun.
When you can't sit up, you can't give warning, you don't even know why the milk you so desperately want is up the walls, carpet and floor. Its just mean.
Tummy bug.. you and I have fallen out….
again.
Teamjames