May I say over the last twenty four hours he who helped create them has been outstanding. He kept his calm when I lost my senses and has been a rock to lean on.
However as I prepare to greet the world this morning from the hospital bed I peer nervously into the over night bag to see what he has brought me.
I reach in for a towel so I can shower away yesterdays stresses. Hmmmm bless him in his panic he must have forgotten. Deodorant will have to suffice; hmmm that must also have slipped his mind. Unless of course I have married Neanderthal man who likes my musky natural scent. Well I can make do with baby wipes then!
Fresh underwear – check. – the boy done good here he even remembered socks.
Clean top – found it. No trousers to replace the ones bb was sick on yesterday but they are really comfy so I don’t mind.
I then catch a glimpse of my make up bag sitting in the far corner of the bag. Clearly he who helped create them wants me to put my face on.
And that would be my clown face as my dearest has packed an empty eye shadow case and no less than four blushes – a different one for each cheek! (Get it?)
So bb is doing fabulously, and I look like hell but feel great!