Was sick this morning. Why? No good reason. Thought that was all done!
Guess who’s pregnant too. Bridget Jones. Helen Fielding has started writing her weekly column in the Independent again, sort of picking up where she left the story off before but just forgetting that a bunch of years have passed since then so it’s in the present. This week, she puked in Daniels’ new car and on his feet. Ha ha. Serves him right. It better be Mark’s kid… (she’s not sure right now).
My Mark managed to feel a kick/hiccups/something this morning. If I lie on my back it’s really easy to get the movement felt.
Starting to have problems with sleep, though. If I lie on my back, I start off comfortable and it reduces my chance of heartburn. However, if I fall asleep like that, after a while I have a back ache, and need to roll on my side and bring my knees up. On my side, the heartburn increases. I’ve been on one Tums a night for a while, but I think it’s going to get worse. And I am not used to this backache thing.
Also noticed this week that public transportation is becoming more of a nightmare. It was hot and steamy earlier this week, and it sort of stayed that way down in the tube tunnels. So everyone smells, and it’s stuffy and I want to get off the trains. On top of that, I climb the stairs to leave the station, and my legs are feeling really heavy. Ugh.
Only 3 months of this commuting hell to go (only?!) – have decided to have my last day at work 5th December. Taking 9 days holiday, then we are closed for 2 weeks, and then my actual maternity leave starts 2nd January. The due date. At least I won’t be on reduced pay until then.