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Week 6 – Friday-Sunday Fri 5th August – Sunday 7th August 2005 On Friday I wake up feeling a little more like my old pre-pregnant self. I am a natural born organiser and I suddenly get a grip on reality and start making financial plans for the future, using all manner of complicated spreadsheets and charts. By midday I have worked out a Four Year Plan. I am dead pleased with myself and my excellent planning and decide to reward myself with a tuna sub from Kelly’s. But they have none left and in an instant the world is poo again. Welcome to pregnancy – one minute you’re in spreadsheet euphoria, the next you’re in tuna hell. I spent about twenty minutes in Whitechapel Library stocking up on, among others: I would have stayed longer but I seem to be sweating like a PIG and I simply have to get out of there and get some air. What is going on with my body temperature? And while we’re at it what the hell is happening to my boobies? They are huge! And they hurt. And I have little raised bumps all over my nipples. Actually I looked this up in one of the many books I have acquired from various libraries and apparently these bumps are called “Montgomery's tubercles” and they are something to do with breastfeeding. Oh God. I survive the rest of the afternoon quite happily playing Weboggle instead of working. I don’t seem to be as tired today, this is a good thing. But after a while I begin to wonder why…am I not really pregnant? I spend Friday evening watching the Big Brother eviction with Fairy. She bought me a book of recipes for non-alcoholic cocktails! Methinks she knows me too well and realizes how much abstinence from wine is driving me mad! I keep reading all these stories about how women go off the idea of alcohol when they’re pregnant but I could still really do with a large cold glass of sauvignon. I haven’t had any nausea or cravings actually, wonder if I will? The weekend was a blur of swimming, yoga and visits to family and friends. We had a lovely roast ham at Bee and Jam’s on Sunday night, washed down with a few naughty cans of diet coke. Bee bought me What To Expect When You’re Expecting and a roll-on cocoa butter moisturizing stick from the Body Shop, it’s supposed to be good for stretch marks apparently, but whether it works or not doesn’t matter because it smells just like chocolate so it does it for me. I was quite contented as I snuggled up next to Hubby on Sunday night, little did I know what week 7 would bring…
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