There is nothing much to tell these days. We are at home, M working and me resting. 14 days after due date, still no baby with us. The whole thing seems so unreal.

It snowed the other day and the temperatures are below -10 for now, with variations down during the night. I actually don’t care since I don’t go outside at all. I don’t move, I don’t want to meet anyone but M, I sleep on the couch some hours every day, in front of the TV with shity programs shouting in the background. And I really don’t care! I am so far of the political correctness which would dict me to make something “useful”  of all this time. But you know what: I couldn’t care less.