
I have arrived at bellyhood. On Sunday I whacked myself (in the protrusive belly) with the car door for the first time (since last time). It was a very "doh!" moment. I ran my poor belly into the wall(s) many times with Calista. It takes some re-calibration to get yourself through life when you are growing wider everyday. Cats are lucky because they have whiskers to help them figure out if they can fit through a door. (and you shouldn't trim whiskers, even if they're uneven. Poor Miffy. I was 12, OK?).




