Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Morning! So here's my big news for 2010: me and Steve are going to be parents. It's exciting and very, very scary. There will be a person in the world totally reliant on us, who will eventually call us mummy and daddy. Even though we wanted this, I still find myself thinking occasionally that I could do with a time-out. The nipper isn't due till July, so I guess we have some time to get used to the idea, not to mention to clear out and redecorate parts of our flat...

The past few months have gone quickly. Here's my big secret: pregnancy isn't fun. It's really not. I'm probably a bad woman for saying that. All the pregnancy magazines and books and blogs have a cheery, chin-up tone that makes me want to curl up into a ball and hide. And my first trimester wasn't even that bad, compared to a lot of women's. I felt sick and queasy all the time, was exhausted by about noon even if I got up at 9 (never have I been more appreciative of my freelance lifestyle), and cried at anything. ANYTHING. A BT advert? The news? Family section of the Guardian? I blamed it on hormones, cos they are actually to blame. Other glorious symptoms: piles! nosebleeds! forgetting everything!

And right now I have a cold. Feel sick and sleepy and gross. Dreaming about a big mug of Lemsip, making do with a lemon and ginger tea.