Oops!

Bread. The killer. I ate some bread for lunch and it stuck in my stomach. Then I ate a whole half baguette sandwich for dinner. Tried to chew well and take my time. Hmm... Well, it didn't work. It got stuck again. We are talking about pain and discomfort that made me wince. My baby thought I was playing a game and copied my expression. I had to get up. I thought I was going to have my first food return. I didn't. But I learned a valuable lesson: don't push it, damn it! (And don't drink water when bread is stuck, because it makes things more sticky.)

Sigh

Apart from this, baby's dad made contact. Thank heavens he is alright! He was in the countryside, recuperating at relatives', no access to internet and no phone charger with him. Of course it was not possible for him to ring me from his relatives' home but at least he realised what hell he's put me through. I expect an extra special treat when we next meet - hopefully something that is not edible. Something sparkly would be nice... heheheh