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Week 8 – Thursday-Sunday
On Thursday I spent a great deal of time sleeping, in between watching day time telly and eating biscuits. Miriam would be unhappy as biscuits are not nutritionally valuable, so I ate a few apples too to even it out a bit. I don’t know how I will cope back at work next week, all I can do right now is sleep and feel weepy, not conducive to a productive week at work. We helped some friends move into their new house on Thursday night, which wiped me out completely. On Friday we headed to Kent for the wedding reception of an old family friend of mine. I was driving so nobody questioned why I wasn’t knocking back the champagne, though it was difficult not telling everyone that I was pregnant. Not that we would have done even if we were past the 12 week stage, after all it was somebody else’s big day and our news can wait a little longer. I am getting gradually used to going out and being the only remaining sober one at the end of the night, it’s entertaining to watch everyone start slurring and getting into deep and meaningful conversations that make no sense. Hubby sang Christmas carols and Proclaimers songs to me on the way home and mumbled away about how great I was etc. He then passed out on the sofa for ten minutes before waking up and announcing he was off to bed. I stayed up for a bit and watched cable telly and drank a Kaliber before joining him. Food has begun to make me feel nauseous. Anything that is strongly flavoured knocks me sick – garlic, tuna, bananas etc. I can cope with biscuits and bland food. I am also constantly thirsty, it’s hard to keep up. And of course I am constantly weeing too. On Saturday we did a bit of window shopping with my mum and then slouched in front of the telly for the afternoon just relaxing. Then I started to feel restless. I had to keep walking around the house to stop the restlessness in my legs and the feeling of being trapped in my own body. This lasted well into the evening and into Sunday. On Sunday We headed back to our little flat in East London. It was good to be out driving in the sunshine but when we got home the restlessness kicked in again and here I am now, typing away at my diary trying to ignore the urge to jump out of the window and run across the fields opposite. Instead I shall have a long warm bath and read a book and drink a gallon of water to try to quench my never ending thirst. Hubby is busy watching the Grand Prix so all I can hear is “neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeowwnnnng neeeeeeeeeeowwnnnnnnng” as the cars go round and round and round and round and round and… And so we come to the end of week 8 and the start of week 9. Two more weeks at work and then two glorious weeks of freedom, then it’s time for the scan.
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