Wine o'clock

On Friday i had a glass of wine. Imagine if the Swedish police found out! I would end up in pregnancy prison. It was the first glass of wine i've had since October. We had friends round for a football feast and everyone else was drinking so i thought, hey you're allowed one. To be honest, it was okay and i don't think i'll have another one whilst pregnant. Besides, it was a cheap £3.99 job and i wish i'd invested in a better wine since i was indulging in a one-off drinking sesh. After about half a glass i felt ready to sleep and then someone gave me a foot massage and, well, i guess you could say things didn't really get very rock n roll after that. Ilovetosleep.com

What to expect when you're expecting

Now I know what to expect when you're expecting because last night we went to see What to expect when you're expecting. And it was actually really funny. I thought the auditorium would have at least a handful of preggos, but I was the only one. When we walked out I felt like everyone was looking at me, Look there's one of them over there. Like seeing a film about aliens and then seeing that there's an actual alien watching the film, ha!
The film depicts the "different types of preggos" I guess. The chic, slim, happy one; the one that still runs and exercises and the one that's like me: Who farts, wants to punch her husband, can't walk properly and spills food all down her stomach. Haha!
Even Bill thought it was funny although he hadn't really wanted to go in the first place. And then when all the babies were born we got a little emotional and I said: Are we really going to have one of those and he said yes and I had to cry a little bit.

Babymoon

Today we're off on our babymoon. Spa hotel by the seaside, thank you very much.

It!

I read a lot of preggo blogs. You do, don't you. You can't stay away. Nevermind that it makes me extremely frustrated and annoyed, and it also makes me realise that i'm not normal. First of all, i am not interested in a 4d scan. My neighbour mentioned this too, oh you have to have one, they're amazing, to which i replied that i think babies on a 4d scan look ugly. Because they do. All squashed up and alien-like. I don't think we're meant to see them before they're born, are we? I would probably walk out crying because the baby looked ugly. Then there's the gender thing, but we've talked about that. Everyone else is referring to their babies as he or she, while i call mine it. Not the nicest, but what else can i call it? Then there are designer prams, coffee cup holders, furniture especially designed for nurseries (why can't babies have normal chest of drawers?), clothes with Disney characters (HATE) and the constant affirmations of love for baby and husband. Hm? I find most people in the world annoying most of the time, including my husband, who clearly is amazing, but i still have the most awful rage and irritation thing going on. Lastly, this baby doesn't move... I don't upload little videos of my stomach being punched from the inside because there's nothing to show. Now, there's nothing wrong, baby does move and i do feel it, but when i read of people laying awake at night and talking about the crazy footballer in their bellies, i wonder what they're talking about? I mean, bill has still only felt a little kick ONCE. Now, either this baby is really calm and relaxed, or i just have too much padding. In actual fact, most of the times i forget i'm pregnant, or at least i forget there's going to be a baby at the end of all this. I keep thinking about being normal again come, say september, about red wine and flexibility, but somehow the baby isn't always in that picture... But of course i do love it and can't wait to meet it and all that... "It"