organised by Zeke

This birthing ball appeared in the doorway as I took a cool bath this morning. A frankly sinister voice said “time to get out of the bath and bounce on the birth ball Mummy”. Am I being coached into labour by a 3 year old? Does this count as mansplaining?

A very busy day ensued and Z was thoroughly good company throughout.

(Notice how I am almost managing not to complain about how incredibly hot I am).