Ut Oh! The brain cells are disintegrating already! I keep finding myself going upstairs only to get to the top and wonder why the hell I am there! I then have to go back down again because I can’t remember why I went up in the first place and then of course I remember as soon as I get to the bottom and consequently have to traipse back up again!
Perhaps it’s some kind of in-built pregnancy fitness regime?!
Talking about being forgetful (was I??!!) This morning I nearly fed the fish my folic acid and gave myself the fish food! Not so great for my pregnancy I’ll bet but look at how shiny my scales are!!!!
Sorry. I’m losing it already! Forgive the random mutterings of pregnancy (normally punctuated with a burp or other such windy offerings!)
I’ve been brushing up on all my old pregnancy books and had forgotten about their endless references to various seeds, fruits and vegetables explaining the different growth stages! At the moment, the Baby, embryo thingymajig, whatever! Is the size of an apple pip and already has a heart beating away which is the size of a poppy seed!
Hang on in there Pip! You’ve got a whole fruit salad to get through before you become a melon!!!
Speaking of growth, my waistband is threatening to dissect me already! Surely that can’t be right? It’s just not practical for me to start wearing my Jim Jams from here on in! Maybe, it’s because it’s my third pregnancy? (Even saying that it doesn’t seem real!) Don’t they say that your body remembers and the muscles relax as if knowing what they’ve got in store? Well, let’s just say my body has an extremely good memory because all my stomach muscles are waving a white flag already!
‘May as well let go chaps! We’re fooling no-none!’
At least I seem to be on a bit of a health kick at the moment, I’ve been eating so much veg. I’ve also found myself stocking up on stuff like gherkins, beetroot and olives. Also, ‘Sandwich Spread’ – what is the deal?! I haven’t touched the stuff in about 20 years and now that I’m feeling queasy practically 24/7 it does seem more than a little ironic that I want to eat something that quite frankly looks like vomit!!! Bleurgh! Shouldn’t have written that! Even looking at the word makes my stomach turn!
Anyway, I suppose it’s better than all the sweet stuff I craved with my daughter. I even managed to walk down the frozen aisle in the supermarket without so much as a thought for ‘Ben’ or his friend ‘Jerry!’ (well, maybe just a small fleeting one!)
My newfound cravings may not turn me into the most let’s say, ‘fragrant’ of bed partners but at least it’s helping to stave off the inevitable descent into life as a Walrus!
Finally, I’ve noticed a sudden flurry of scrubbing worktops which makes me recall my love affair with the smell of Flash Powerspray in my first pregnancy! I was explaining to my daughter about how important it is to keep things clean and to put things back properly so you know where things are when you need them again to which she replied, “So why is it that when you tidy up, I can’t find anything?!!!”Hmmm. Smartarse! She got me there! My hormone-addled brain is already being defeated by a 5 year old!
This is going to be a loooooong pregnancy!
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