I hate this blog. It was fun for a while but I’m starting to despise it. Maybe despise is an exaggeration but nevertheless, I’m fed up. Whether it be with the blog, its lack of overnight success (remember I can be a very overoptimistic optimist!) or just my mood in general . I may well be the most miserable mother-to-be in NW London – there , only a small exaggeration this time – I try to not be too monotonous. I’m bored. Still. I was bored last week and I’m bored this. Wild partying, drink and drugs all give you a false sense of happiness as well as the excitement that I crave and that I’m not getting now. Am I a lost cause? B is already getting worried that I’ll go back to my  partygirl ways the minute the baby is hatched but I’m not so sure. Granted, I will party. Maybe once a month is the plan ( ‘is she mad?’ I hear all you new mothers saying to yourselves ! ‘ She’ll be too tired to even brush her own hair ‘. Maybe I will but I’m certainly looking forward to feeling more like myself again. I actually hope that a new , better, more content me is reborn with the new baby. Contentment being the operative word and one of the most elusive of all emotions. Continue Reading

Who would’ve thought, this time last year, for example, that I’d be sitting here, nearly 16 weeks pregnant today? 25 weeks to go! I’m ill. Have been for the last 5 days. It started off as lunch for 14 ( 6 of whom were toddlers-not my scene) at Pizza Express on the Birthday BBQ Sunday. Yes, I got my wish (a bit strong but still), the weather was miserable so the BBQ for 40 had to be called off and a more civilized Birthday Lunch for 4 at Caprice attended on the day (Bank Holiday monday) instead – I’d like to point out that they have put their prices up too, how very dare they!! Anyway, the shock of the Pizza Experience (my best friend had offered to bring a camera to take a picture of my face during the experience) coupled together with having friends to stay who were all to a smaller or larger extent cold-ridden have left poor pregnant one suffering with no respite from any medicine. Not even paracetamol. My GP assured me that i could take it, I know it’s deemed safe, however a few Danish studies ( they are always Scandinavian !) link paracetamol to undescended testicles ( http://www.thebabywebsite.com/article.2418.Is_Paracetamol_Safe_in_Pregnancy.htm)  Even our local pharmacist ,who we know well, recommended not taking paracetamol ‘ because I care, don’t take anything’. So with the intention of being a superb mother, I am playing the martyr! Continue Reading