"Well then, why the Hell would you want to get married?"
But that's a philosophical discussion for another day. Or, well...not. I digress. Wildly.
Point is, this evening, my ovaries started doing somersaults in a rather peculiar way.
This happened while I was holding the absolutely, uncontestably perfect new life that is baby Ava...
I was a lucky Piggy indeed to be able to deliver the hat this evening, and steal the babe from her mum, dad and grandma for a bit.
There really is a biological clock...99% of me doesn't want babies, but tonight, the other 1% took over. If only for a half hour or so.