Fi is not quite 6 weeks today and as I was walking to the pharmacy today I had a really sad thought, which I haven't had since the first little people meeting we attended a week ago.
I saw a man standing in front of the bookies at 9:56 in the morning, waiting so anxiously for them to open...
Petite yet fierce - Ramblings of a pathologically information hungry mother about hypochondroplasia, about rearing 3 girls in a foreign country and about all the random thoughts my sleep deprived and over-stimulated brain can come up with.
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