Everyone at my DF's work called DF "Duck" because his middle name is Donald.
It's tradition up there for everyone to get given a stupid nick name, and most of the time some of the guys don't even know a person's real name!

So, this is how Jayvan was known as "duckling" or "duckette" (in case he was a girl) when he was still in my belly. Which meant that he got a lot of duck stuffed toys, bibs with ducks on them, clothes. When he was born mum got him teddy with his name embroided on it with a picture of a duck underneith and DF SIL got me a little duck pendant to hang from a necklace to honour him.

So the reason I'm venting this is because DF younger sister has just called me to ask if it was ok to buy duck things for our next bubby, and now I'm in a funk and can't keep back the lump in my troat!
It's reminded me of everything and I don't think I want my next bubby to have ducks, they were Jayvans! How horrible does that sound!?

A crap day or moment can just hit you like a tone of bricks, can't it? I feel like a child sometimes when I whine about how unfair this situation is