The bed and I are covered in the crumbs of two gingernut biscuits. I have made a discovery about ginger in the few weeks that I have been growing a baby. I don't like it. I don't like it in sugary crystal form, I don't like it in biscuits and I definitely don't like it in tea. But I have to keep checking, because it is the miracle cure. Everyone knows that. It's the passport off of this swaying boat that I have been sailing on for the past few weeks.
