Yesterday my husband suggested it might be a good idea if Saturdays became Queenie's bath night. So, I've just had a bath. Baby Nutella has had a LOVELY time...kicking me in the cervix. This is the second day running of 'cervical football' now, and I don't like it :/
He asked how my bath was. I replied ''Interrupted''. He thinks it's funny.
Kicking my belly was funny, and entertaining, and reassuring.
Cervix? No thank you.