If you haven’t read my previous post Doctor’s Diagnosis one, two… then head over to read that first, otherwise this post will not make much sense! So are you all caught up? Good. Here comes the rest of the drama…
“You’re poorly mummy. My make you better. I’m a Doctor!” I wish Alfie could have given me a doctor’s diagnosis and made me better!
So we are nearing the end! Monday morning. 5.55am – I’m eating my breakfast.
So I’m linking up with #mummymonday today and continuing my story of my third trimester!
So after a day or two of screaming and us thinking it was teething, we were quite alarmed that we stripped Alfie off last night to find a rash!