Is sticking a wig on a baby bad?
Twenty One weeks tomorrow, and still pretty much hairless. That might not bother some parents. But for a lustrously locked broad such as myself, it is a big issue.
There's no point pretending. Betty was supposed to be a boy. I just knew it. On this very blog while pregnant, I talked of all things blue and dinosaur and car. I am the sort of woman who is mother to a boy. Whether it is the fact that I like football, or because I actively cultivate my own chest hair, I dunno. But I'm definately a boy's mum.