Look at that face. I look happy as though I had good sense.
I have entered that stage of the pregnancy that some people call, 'pregnancy brain'. I call this the 'can't remember sh*t' phase.
For example, I look down at my own ankles a few times a day and am cruelly reminded that they no longer resemble the skinny ankles I once knew.
Rob thoughtfully brought up the word 'cankles'- as in my calves and my ankles have morphed into one. He was promptly rewarded with what I call the 'eat sh*t face'.