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Monday 12th December – Sunday 18th December 2005

Monday:
The start of yet another week. Although I am now just nine working days away from the Christmas break (though eleven actual days) it feels as though I have a million years stretching in front of me. This week I need to tie up all the lose ends, finish the bits of work that need finishing, sort things out for the new year, prepare for 2006, clear my desk, empty my email inbox, deal with the hundreds of emails that I haven’t had a chance to glance at until now. And I have approximately zero energy or enthusiasm to do it all. We also have our work Christmas lunch on Friday afternoon and I can think of nothing I would rather do less. I don’t know if I am just turning into a miserable and anti-social fat person who just wants to watch telly and eat biscuits all day, but I am just not in the mood for socialising. Especially when everyone else is merrily getting pissed whilst I sip diet coke and wonder if it’s safe to eat those filo-pastry nibbles as they might have prawns in them. I just seem to want to be at home, tidying, cleaning, organising, looking at my Christmas tree and snuggling up in our little nest all warm and cosy and surrounded by familiar things. Is this some kind of hormonal thing?

My belly continues to expand and I am now getting cramps in my legs at night – is that because of the weight I’m carrying or because a lack of some vital vitamin? Might have to look that one up.

Today was just AWFUL. So appallingly bad I don’t even know where to begin so here’s the summary in chronological list form:
- 8am – arrive at work but office is locked up so stand freezing for ten minutes waiting for somebody with a key to turn up.
- 8.10am – get into building, start work on my list of Begillion Things To Do This Week.
- 9.15am – Get panicky call from one of the managers I work for about preparing a pack of evidence for a tribunal.
- 9.20am – receive garbled email of info from panicked manager that makes no sense and isn’t anywhere near ready.
- 9.20am – 12pm – await panicking manager’s arrival and get on with trying to pack in as much as possible before then.
- 12.00 – 12.03pm – lunch.
- 12.03 – 12.50pm – massive colitis attack that leaves me pasty, drained, sick as a parrot and exhausted.
- 12.50 – 1.45pm – go through reams and reams of evidence and info with panicking manager.
- 1.45pm – 6pm – spend over four non-stop hours preparing four packs of evidence for the tribunal, organizing couriers, photocopying, labeling, organizing, cross-referencing….all whilst trying to field off requests from other managers, answer phones, deal with day-to-day tasks and not keel over with the pain of cramps in my tummy (Braxton Hicks maybe? Are they painful?)
6pm - Finally exit building and travel home to Wanstead on tube, where I have to run for a bus that drives off as I get to the doors.
6.05pm - Hubby calls to say we’ve lost a hub-cap.

There’s only one thing for it – I need a chocolate orange and I need one now.

Tuesday:
Another horrendous day, made better though by the fact I left the office at 3pm to make up for yesterday. I then went home and made the biggest, fattest, gooiest chocolate orange fudge cake ever. The only downside to this being I couldn't lick out the bowls as the cake mix had raw egg in it - but Hubby gallantly stepped in to help. It looks so divine that I actually haven't been able to bring myself to eat any yet - I just like looking at it!
I then soaked for an hour in the bath with a magazine and a chill-out CD, surrounded by candles. I am now infinitely more chilled out than yesterday.

Wednesday:
Leg cramps leg cramps leg cramps...and now foot cramps too! What's all this about? My pregnancy bible, What to Expect When You're Expecting, informs me I should be drinking more water and getting magnesium. What has magnesium? Bananas? Must look it up. Please god let the best source of magnesium known to man be chocolate oranges....

I am getting fatter. My knickers are tight and my size 14 maternity jeans are no longer as loose fitting as they were a week ago, I am afraid to wash them in case I get that "just-washed-jeans" thing where you feel enormous for a week before you break them in again. I was weighed at the hospital this morning and I am 12 stone and 3lbs. That's 1 stone and 1lb heaver than I was when I got pregnant waaaaay back in the summer.

I had a glass of wine tonight and felt completely drunk. Hubby gave me a leg massage which felt amazing, and I konked out the instant my head hit the pillow.

Thursday:
Hubby has his work drinks tonight so he got the tube to work this morning. This meant that he got to experience first hand what it is like to travel on public transport whilst six-months pregnant. First off we had "gargantuan bollocks man" on the bus - the kind of man who insists on taking up two seats with his wide open legs and refuses to shut them when you sit down next to him lest his mightly bollocks get squished. Then as I struggled up the stairs to the platform at Leytonstone the man behind me actually tutted. I mean I am essentially fine and feeling pretty great, it's just that I can't exactly move with the speed and grace of a cheetah right now - my legs are rather too achey and I am transporting a 1.5lb football around up my jumper. Then of course when we got on the tube about five people instantly "fell asleep" in their comfy seats. This made Hubby quite mad and he started muttering, which made me realise how much I actually don't mind that much anymore. I'm used to standing, and yes I may feel lightheaded and my legs may hurt but I spend all day sitting down at my desk so I guess that makes up for it.

Friday:
The day of my work Christmas Do. I don't know if I am just an anti-social misery guts but I sincerely dislike work do's as it is, let alone Christmas Do's whilst six months pregnant and without the luxury of being able to get drunk. I spent the whole event dreaming of a cup of tea and a slice of my chocolate fudge cake at home watching It's a Wonderful Life. Still I got through it. Though Hubby had had a terrible day at work and he was landed with being on-call last minute. This really annoyed me as I feel his boss is really taking advantage of Hubby's good nature. Hubby wasn't pleased with this opinion though and took all his frustration out on me. We both ended up in tears. It was not a good beginning to the evening. I want to be more supportive I really really do, it's just so hard when I'm so...pregnant.

We sorted it all out though and ended up having a really lovely evening with our friends. Here's a list of the presents I got:
* From Fairy:
- the book Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of Everyday Life (or Six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door) by Lynne Truss. The same woman who wrote Eats Shoots and Leaves, which I loved.
- A pair of glamorous earrings. We read in one of my 1970s library books on pregnancy that “a pair of glamorous earrings or an attractive hat” would detract from my increasing bump…
* From Bee:
- A gorgeous chunky silver locket that she had found in a store cupboard at work (she works in a jeweler’s) and had restored for me.
- A Mr, Mrs and Baby Potato Head set, which I double checked was definitely for me and not for the baby. These things are great, if slightly sinister (I may post some photos to show you what I mean – watch this space.)

Saturday:
Hubby and I chilled out and made mince pies before heading off to Barnet with my sister for my step-mum’s 50th birthday party. There were loads of people there that I hadn’t seen in ages and everyone wanted to pat my tummy and ask how it was going. I get very embarrassed at being the centre of attention, especially at somebody else’s party. And especially as I haven’t done anything to deserve to attention except get a bit fat. Still, it was a lovely evening and my Dad was obviously quite proud and excited about the fact that he’s going to be a grandfather soon, which was good to see.

Sunday:
With Hubby at football my sister and I chilled out watching the X-factor final (no comment) and eating chocolates off the tree. In the afternoon our friend Simon and his girlfriend Kate came over and we went for a walk in the forest to feed the ducks, except the lake had frozen so there were none. So we had a warming cuppa from the tea-hut and headed back to our’s for some lasagna and some choccie fudge cake.

And so another week is over and Week 26 begins tomorrow. Time seems to be moving on a bit faster now, which is just as well as I can’t wait to meet her…

last five:
Five Months Old - Friday 1st September 2006
10 Weeks and 3 Days Old - 2006-06-12
Lillia Charlotte arrives - 31st March 2006
Week 39-Monday-Wednesday - Monday 20th March-Wednesday 22nd March 2006
Week 38 - Wednesday-Sunday - Wednesday 15th March-Sunday 19th March 2006

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