Today I am 8 weeks and 3 days pregnant. And I've about had enough now. Of course I'm not thinking of doing the unthinkable- this baby means everything to me. I am, however, well fed up.
For the last 3 weeks I've had varying versions of horrible pregnancy sickness (see B is for...Barfing), which means that it's taken all the energy I can muster to go to work, do a rather half arsed job, sit their for 8 hours, then come home and collapse in agony on the sofa- before chucking up my lunch.
Later on today, I'm supposed to be going to a friend's Jubilee (the Queen's) come birthday (her's) celebration on Blackheath, which means I'd have to travel to London. I obviously can't go as I can't make the 20 minute walk to the train station, let alone negotiate my was through London on a busy bank holiday. I'd probably pass out.
Not being able to go anywhere or do anything is horrible. Particularly when the majority of my friends are scattered around the country and all my family are in Wales. I could really do with my Mummy at the moment.
My in-law's are being very supportive but it's not the same. I normally relish 'me time' but this is getting boring now. I miss my life and my health and being able to demolish a large plate of spare ribs. I wish I could murder a roast dinner.
I've never been on a diet in my life, because I know that depriving myself would make me miserable, so this enforced diet is my worst nightmare. Can I have my old life back now please....but not really.....?
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