
The aliens in the shape of pregnancy hormons are continuing to
take over my body. Now it's getting scary.
I can do nothing but crocheting granny squares. As a matter of fact I think about granny squares day and night, and my big girl job is suffering.
Another proof is that I've recently felt an overwhelming urge to
- hold on -
Bake.Cakes. I usually
avoid baking like the plague. Nothing gets burned even, which shows that the aliens have completed their mission.
What's next? Will I be starting to make cupcakes??

The rest of the family is busy shuffling endless amounts of snow in the Arctic.
I might have to send him on a motorbike course. Expecting the third (!) girl means testosterone levels must be kept high. It
also means we will need a big bathroom in the new house.
Enjoy your week!