it's a girl!

"get your gladrags on, we're going out" as my husband didn't say to me in the brief seconds between me picking him up at the station, him stuffing some food in his face and then him walking straight back out, stealing my car (I sold his) and going to a meeting.
I guess I won't be needing this stuff then?
I guess I'll just put the children to bed on my own then?
I guess I'll wash up again then?
I guess I'll work all evening then?

*spends two seconds feeling sorry for herself*

Actually, if I'm totally honest, I don't mind at all. That bra is uncomfortable anyway ;-)

Have a happy Wednesday evening!