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Monday 2nd January – Sunday 8th January 2006

Monday
Our last day in Kent *sniff* We spent the day relaxing with my mum, watched Hitch on DVD then packed the car with our hundreds of presents and headed back to East London. It was all very sad that Christmas is over and we have to go back to normality for a while, but at the same time we have a lot to look forward to this year.
Hubby and I treated ourselves to a very large and very unhealthy pizza and got an early night.

Tuesday
First day back at work! I was in by 8am and was surprised to find others there already, obviously everyone is keen to get stuck back into things.
I noticed during the course of the day that certain things that were relatively simple before Christmas have become quite a bit harder e.g. putting on my boots, walking up the stairs from the tube station, or walking up any stairs for that matter. And the lunchtime walk to Waitrose nearly killed me! Things just aren’t as easy when you’re six months pregnant.
I also noticed that my reflection in the mirrored walls of the lift showed a rather inflated face, not dissimilar to my early days on steroids when I looked like a hamster storing food. Hurrah, water retention!

Wednesday
In a good mood today for some reason - may have something to do with the fact that my gastro-consultant has lowered my steroids to 25mg and is more than happy with my progress - I haven't had an attack in two weeks! Touch wood. It just feels so nice to come out of the an appointment at the hospital feeling positive, rather than gloomy, I feel almost normal again.

Work was slow - it's hard to muster enthusiasm for minutes, meetings and invoices when you have your future daughter performing sommersaults inside your tummy! It's all too distracting.

I deliberately wore a bright pink horizontally striped t-shirt that shows off my increasing bulk to its maximum in order to try and get a seat on the tube. Of course it didn't work. *sigh* I wish I could be the kind of assertive person who can say loudly "Excuse me young man!" *poke with umbrella* "Sorry to interrupt you whilst you are trying to pretend to read your paper/sleep/play with your mobile phone but as you can see I am six months bloody pregnant so shift your lazy arse and let me sit down before I keel over and squish you!"

I ended the day with a fabulously relaxing bath using loads of my new smellies that I got for Christmas, surrounded by my new candles. Hubby cooked me a delicious stir-fry and we watched the Derren Brown "heist" thingy, which was incredible.

Thursday
Hubby had to get into work early so dropped me off at the tube station earlier than usual, the tubes ran unusually on time so I ended up in work at about 7.50am. Far too early for the brain to start working. It meant that by 2pm I was totally spent and there was no chance of me getting any work done at all. So I spent a lot of time wandering about the office carrying bits of paper and making tea in order to fool people into believing I was very busy.
I went to see my homeopath in the evening, another positive meeting with one of my providers-of-pills. He started to go on about the dangers of immunisation for the baby etc but I just smiled a lot and said I'd read up on it, I haven't even got to the labour bit yet, vaccinations can wait.
Hubby and I watched Celebrity Big Brother, though goodness knows why because it irritates me beyond belief and I spent the whole programme shouting things like "would you look at her forehead, it doesn't move" and "look at the collagen on THAT!"

Friday
At last it's Friday. Why does it feel like I've been slogging away for days on end when it has only been a four-day week? Once again I was in work outrageously early, one of the Directors was playing strange church music very loudly in his office for an hour, very off-putting indeed when one is trying to pretend to work and not play on the internet.

I am just so so so so very very very tired. I don't know if it is because my body is so busy building a baby or because I am awake every hour in the night adjusting pillows, taking Rennies, going to the loo etc. And I have little or no enthusiasm for anything - I just want to be at home organising things and preparing and tidying up, then lazing around eating chocolate. I am becoming fat and boring.

Saturday
Over the course of yesterday my little girl started moving a lot more, well her movements became more noticeable anyway. Hubby and I spent a good hour watching my tummy change shape in the evening as she shifted around. Hubby put his ear to my tummy as we read that at around 28 weeks he may be able to hear her heartbeat, and he could! He tapped out the rhythm of her heartbeat as I tapped out mine and her's was much faster.

Then as I was reading in bed she was really wriggling about and I started to think "wow there is actually a tiny human in there and she'll be here in 10-12 weeks", then (look away now if you're squeamish) I had this strange stinging/pressure in my nipples and when I looked down they were leaking out a very tiny amount of yellowy watery fluid! GAH! I had expected some leakage at some point having read it's fairly common, I just hadn't counted on being so freaked out by it.

Up until now my body has been adjusting to being pregnant and nurturing the growing baby inside me. This is the first thing it's done in preparation for when the baby is actually here, and that realisation hit my like a ton of bricks - we are going to be sharing our lives and our home with another human being in less than three months time, and what's more I have to feed it with my boobies!

I didn't sleep very well, I kept dreaming that I was actually 38 weeks pregnant instead of 28 weeks and that I was going into labour. When I got up at 3am for a wee there was more dried up fluid around my nipples. This is all so freaky!

Hubby has gone off to help paint a set for an am-dram panto today and won't be back until lunchtime. I am clearing out drawers. We have so many drawers stuffed with rubbish, you know the kind of thing - phone chargers, blue tac, batteries, matches, tape measures, old Christmas cracker prizes etc. So I am going to clear everything out and then attack the spare room in preparation for turning it into a nursery. I WILL be ruthless and I will not attempt to hoard old birthday cards and raggedy books, I will not get sentimental over old pieces of computer hardware and I will give things to the charity shop rather than convincing myself that I can make a million on Ebay.

Our neighbours upstairs are back to their old ways banging and hammering, sawing, drilling and thumping around. They’ve been doing it off on and on nearly every weekend since we moved in two and a half years ago. I’ve been up a few times and had a polite and quiet word with them, just asked them how much longer the banging would go on for, and asked them to warn us in advance if they were going to by doing DIY at weekends so that we could arrange to go out and avoid having to sit in our living room feeling like the ceiling is going to come down around us. Each time they apologised and said that yes they would definitely pop down to warn us etc etc. But they STILL don’t bother – they just start banging for hours on end. It honestly sounds like the ceiling is going to cave through sometimes, goodness knows what they are doing up there.

I got so angry around mid afternoon that I actually used a baseball bat to hammer on the ceiling. I felt like some old lady shouting at “ruffians” or something. But honestly they are such selfish gits and we have been so reasonable with them and they still just carry on with their banging and hammering and sawing and thumping around like they have nobody living below them. I can’t wait to get out of here and away from the noise. I am feeling really hormonal and weepy and irritated and I am ready to either explode and go and punch them, or have a meltdown and hide under my duvet.

Sunday:
We left home fairly early, at around 10am to go to Lakeside to get our free Parenting Club bits from Boots and a curtain pole from Ikea for the nursery. We ended up getting a breastpump too (scary device) and a little t-shirt for the baby that says “Daddy or Chocolate?” on the front – so cute! (By the way on the back it says “Daddy of course!”)

After lunch in the food court (classy!) we went to visit Hubby’s brother and his wife and 3-year-old daughter on barracks in Cambridge. We stayed there for the afternoon playing with various toys and pretending to eat tubby-toast before driving back in the heaving rain.

When we returned to out flat there was a fine white dust over the dining table and shelving at the back of our living room – it took us a while but we eventually worked out that it was ceiling dust. The banging from upstairs must have been so bad on Saturday, or whilst we were out on Sunday, that it had actually caused plaster dust to fall from our ceiling. I was SO stressed out. I just can’t believe that people can be so utterly selfish and horrible. This has been basically going on since we move in two and a half years ago and I literally can’t take it anymore. Yes, I know there are worse things to worry about and people all over the world in terrible situations that make a bit of DIY noise from the idiots upstairs seem somewhat insignificant, but to my pregnant brain and my hormonal state of mind I may as well be living in a warzone with a crackhouse next door.

Ok, rant over *seethe seethe*

So Week 28 came to a none too relaxing end. Seven weeks left at work…

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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