Rewind three or so months ago and I was floating in a hiatus after the joys of Blogtacular and hanging out with my fellow, inspirational blog pals. Then suddenly…it all stopped. Ground to a halt.
My blog has fallen by the wayside in a spectacular fashion. I barely check Twitter. I’m so out of sync that a post I wrote yonks ago and forward scheduled went live without me knowing – with no picture or editing to boot and it took one of my lovely blog pals to Tweet me to even realise it was up there. I don’t even know if my blog is still up and running or has been hacked and turned into an online gaming site (I should check this…)!..
Anyway, there is a reason for my peculiar and lax behaviour.
I have just past the three months pregnant landmark. So it seems this blog post written back in May (Four's a Crowd) has become a lovely reality.
My brain though has turned into a whole new realm of mush. I’ve spent weeks trying not to throw up at my desk and holding my nose at the plethora of rank smells wafting from any direction and my concentration span has lapsed into a irrecoverable state. A three line email may well take me a few hours to finish. I spend my days snoozing Outlook reminders on my work calendar because I’m too distracted to engage my brain cells. Even the 6-pace walk to the printer seems a task beyond my reach.
But I think I’m emerging from this haze of unsocial barfness. My body meanwhile seems to be morphing at a dramatic rate into a giant whale-like state.
I embraced my pregnancy with Mini B. I’d spent months on a radical diet and exercise regime to look like a twig for our December wedding and by the time I got pregnant in May, I was still mini but also ready to spend the next nine months eating whatever crap I could get my hands on, in giant quantities. He arrived 14 days late and was 8lb 2oz – which for someone 5ft 1in tall and a pre-preg weight of (an admittedly very small and not entirely healthy) 6 stone something..I was HUGE. This is why, the dear sonographer confirmed to us at our three month scan, my belly is already SO ginormous - my poor depleted tummy muscles are buggered.
So there we are. I promise not to write too many blog posts about the quirks andfoibles of pregnancy. Although one mystery that is haunting me right now is how people avoid stretch marks. I slathered myself in oil for months with Mini B, only for the silver road map on my tummy to appear at 38 weeks! Now though, it’s all going Pete Tong much earlier on in the cycle and I fear I may live in Spanx for the rest of my days (even in the shower).