On the Rocks

Dear Work, Please don't take this personally, but I wasn't very pleased to see you again this morning. I've had five days of sleep and sunshine and books and beautiful things, and wasn't ready to come back to your alarm clocks, air conditioning and angry authors. I know you pay for our flat and petrol and the … Continue reading On the Rocks

Get a Move On (21 + 4)

When it comes to moving oneself and one’s bulk around, all pregnancy books say the same thing: exercise is good, if by ‘exercise’ you mean walking, swimming, or pregnancy yoga. I don’t like swimming much, since my water skills extend to a rubbish breaststroke or, if I really want to put the speed on, a … Continue reading Get a Move On (21 + 4)

Now I Know How John Hurt Felt (20 + 2)

Oh, joy: TJ has been relaxing with, I think, his feet on my spine and his head poking out of my abdomen for the past 12 hours. It looks bizarre. And hurts. And does not make for a good night's sleep. I confess, when jumping around, eating porridge and going to the loo didn't shift him, I … Continue reading Now I Know How John Hurt Felt (20 + 2)

So Here’s the Lowdown on this Pregnancy Lark (20 Weeks)

Ring the bells and bang the drums, because TJ and I have just reached the halfway mark! He is 20 weeks today, and, seemingly in celebration, has pushed out my stomach so far I keep banging into stuff with it. Party on. Behind us are twenty weeks of gagging (me), major organ growing (him) and … Continue reading So Here’s the Lowdown on this Pregnancy Lark (20 Weeks)

A Bit of a Pickle (19 + 5)

Scan-day, scan-day, gotta get down (to Royal Berks' maternity block) on scan-day. Etc. (Almost) 20-week scan today. I have to say (and feel a little petty for saying it): wonderful though it undoubtedly was to see Baby Jeffcoat on screen, I found this outing a little...anticlimactic. Our first scan was a bolt-of-lightning moment of wonder: … Continue reading A Bit of a Pickle (19 + 5)

Adventures in Graveyards (19 + 1)

This little offspring of mine kicks like a BOSS. (No jokes about growing a champion footballer, please; let's face it, if genetics have anything to do with it at all, he's probably exercising his mouse-clicking finger.) We went for a walk today to work off the internal wriggles. The heat and sunshine are delicious, though I'm much more thin-skinned … Continue reading Adventures in Graveyards (19 + 1)

Pumping Iron (18 weeks)

Second midwife appointment today. I wasn't poked and prodded at all, and they didn't weigh me - a shame, because I wanted to gloat about the extra pounds I'm finally putting on - but I was told that my iron levels are, like, really good. I love it when you can take credit for stuff your … Continue reading Pumping Iron (18 weeks)

It Lives! (17 + 6)

That's right, my little TJ has finally grown enough to reach my insides! I am hugging myself with excitement. The baby-fruit emails have been talking about belly-flutterings for a while, and though I've had the occasional shifting around down there, it's never been strong enough to know whether it was baby or supernoodles. And I'd believe anything of my digestive system at … Continue reading It Lives! (17 + 6)

Soul Food

Spring has finally, decidedly sprung: the cherry blossom trees are out!   Every year, the first time I see them, I think of my university tutor telling us that 'cherry blossom trees always flower when you most need them'. He was an old, tweedy gentleman with patches on his elbows, a moustache and a stammer, and saying … Continue reading Soul Food

These things make my day (16 + 4)

Antenatal massage. Want to be stroked for an hour (because muscle-rubbing massage is out, thanks to your delicate fluids)? Yessssssssssssss. I got my first baby item this week. My wonderful mother sent a packet of four newborn vests and a pair of woolly socks. We haven't bought anything yet, and don't intend to for several … Continue reading These things make my day (16 + 4)