Up the duff = Frank the tank ?!?

So here it is...I seemed to be the only person that had a logical explanation for tree trunk legs/sore boobs/nausea/heightened sense of smell...And even the world of science wouldn't get on board with me when I called it the first time ?!?! How the heck IS THAT for mother's intuition hmmm ?

So right now the prawn is ten weeks old, about grape sized....mmmm grapes...I seem to be oscillationg between wanting to eat everything in sight, or opening the cupboard doors to boxes of dried rice only to discover that any further food prep is going to lead to some projectile up-chuck that even the most seasoned exorcist performing priest would have seen...

When does the glow come ? What about the cravings ?!?!? Seriously...

My saving grace came in my sister-in-law who wanted to remind me not to forget my heritage in amongst all this Weasly-producing business...I was sent a copy of 'Up The Duff'...A well known Aussie pregnancy book that actually doesn't make you feel like a giant floral tent. All you Yanks reading...take note...Up. The. Duff....It has an ocker ring to it..I get that..But seriously, any culture that can make a endearing yet colloquial term for pregnancy sound like a college drinking game has got a thumbs up from me.