You know, this pregnancy thing is beginning to take a downturn.
- My back is beginning to inexorably curve beyond my control
- I have muscle pain in the sides of my groin and down my right leg which, to be honest don't affect me whilst I'm standing up or walking, but the second I'm lying down are so uncomfortable, I woke up about ten times last night
- My heartburn is now excrutuating at times. So bad that whereas - ok, I'm making the assumption that you get heartburn. But when you do, what tends to happen is that you get a sharp pain then it dies away in a sort of burning sensation for about 5 - 10 seconds top whack, right? Ok. Imagine the sharp pain bit not stopping for about 2 minutes. It hurts so much I've nearly been sick in the last few days. My Mum, bless her heart picked me up from the airport and realised what was going on. Sprog moves in to breach position, and basically ends up standing up in my belly with her head pressed up against my stomach. So it doesn't matter what I eat. It's basically irrelevant. Anti-acids are going to do fuck all either. So. Tod, I love her said, "Well move her round then". Eh? She showed me how to gently massage the top of my belly and basically push the wee cow away from my stomach. She's not quite big enough for me to feel completely but I can sense her moving as I get better at it. Bless Tod! She's a godsend. This is what we need in life - more practical Mums who have had 3 kids.
- Lastly, the flight has finally caught up with me. I woke up with a catch in my throat and looked in the bathroom mirror - back of throat currently resembles chopped liver. Get to work, turns out one guy's off sick and two other people in the office also have the sore throat. I really should have taken extra vit C and garlic and immune system boosters coming off the plane. What an eeeeediot.
So - here I am at work to have a meeting and pick up a bunch of stuff and take it back home with me. Meanwhile, two friends in The Grauniad this morning:
Danny gets to be his blessedly optimistic self properly in paid print:
...and Tom gets to ramble on about the usual ;)
I promise I will ramble on about the holiday later.