Waist: 40.5 (+0.5 inches)
Highs are always followed by lows. This time last week I was feeling rather smug after the baby’s head engaged and instead of feeling even more uncomfortable and full of pressure I felt liberated because I could breathe freely and my heartburn subsided. I did a five mile run in which I felt like I was skipping and marvelled at how well I felt.
Not anymore. This is probably the result of it having been a trying couple of weeks owing to Misery Guts spending two days in hospital with a severe migraine (again) and almost two weeks recovering at home (it’s a long story) and my tiredness from the whole ordeal finally catching up with me.
It all started when we went to Ikea to collect a chest of drawers big enough to take BB’s and the new baby’s clothes. I’d never been to an Ikea before, and I never want to again. It brought out the worst in me, and next time I’ll happily pay the £39 charge to have an item delivered to my door. In fact I would pay more than that if it meant not having to drive for two hours, queue to get into the car park, battle my way through people wandering about in no particular direction in a windowless vacuum with lights that are too bright only to queue to collect the damned thing and then again to pay.
It took two days to build the chest of drawers (not continuously, obviously), and I’d only just recovered when I woke up to discover that Misery Guts had not only not closed the freezer door properly after putting a tub of ice cream away the night before, but he hadn’t put the lid on it properly either.
This meant that all the batch cooking I’ve spent hours preparing for BB so that there’s no need to cook from scratch in the weeks after the baby arrives had defrosted, and to make matters worse everything was covered in melted ice cream. It had seeped under clingfilm, congealed inside penne and mingled with chicken curry.
It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so I did the only thing I could do: I cried. It was either that or pour a large glass of wine from the bottle in the door of the fridge. Then to top it all off I’ve come down with a cold and Jason’s left Take That.
It’s definitely been a bad week.