Shopping spree

Friends are real gems I tell you. I happened to have been blessed with fabulous gems. I have been tired lately so I really am not up to anything. Jess, a friend I've had since high school and Noni decided to organize the events leading to the arrival of our bundle of joy. A lunch was arranged after Sunday service and before you know it a list or agenda was up and running.
The first order was to get baby clothes and believe me you don't want to go shopping at 8 months.. That was a looooooong day! Somehow my threshold for nonsense has gone down so once we ran into an arrogant attendant I'd urge them to seize and desist immediately. Needless to say we got some amazing finds and this baby has some seriously funky aunts!!! The weather didn't help much but it didn't dampen our moods at all.

Breaking the news..

Whenever we dream, we have these amazing little niceties that we pray and hope would come true. But to our dismay, life throws us a curve ball and shit hits the fan. I will never forget the day I had to tell my folks I was expecting yet another baby. My hands were all sweaty and hot, not forgetting the dizzy spells I kept getting(or were those imaginary). I don't think I wanna relive that day.
All these thoughts were running through my mind of how I'd let them down. How I wouldn't have the right answers to their endless questions. So like all immortals here on earth, I sought guidance from above. You can not imagine their disappointment.
I had no job, no prospects of marriage and there I was calmly telling my mum that this time it was different. Well I guess that was that! She had to deal with it. My dad on the other hand thought that was one of the reasons God brought us to this world.
So I guess am having this baby, wapende wasipende. Wish me luck!

In a rush to nowhere.

I woke up feeling really eahausted. I was late. Oh my! I have tp prepare the baby gal for school! So I jumped out of bed only to let out a cry of anguish. There was this huge round thing blocking my way. I tried moving to my left but to no avail. This protrusion was not co-operating. Then I get a flash! Gal, what you trying to do? Kill yourself. You know you can't rush no more...

Memory flashes come back to me. I am 7 months pregnant and rushing is not my thing. So I tell myself the teacher will understand one more late day!