29 November 2005

Sailor

To get pregnant, we need to have sex. I realise this. I quite welcomed the idea. But I'm starting to walk like a sailor - bowlegged. Make that a sailor who jogged 50km yesterday and repeatedly fell on his (let's make it her) bum. Very, very carefully.

People at work are starting to ask questions. I told them I've taken up horse-riding. It's practically true.

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