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Today’s the day to eat, drink and be merry! Unless of course, you’re pregnant. Instead it’s.. eat, fart and be sleepy. Hooray.
It’s the first Christmas in our new house, so cooking a turkey the size of a caravan could have proved to be an argument waiting to happen, but with newspaper instructions from Marco Pierre White, and an enthusiastic husband (did I say talented? Sshh, his head’s the size of Emirates), we delivered. Calmly. Coolly. Collected. Let’s hope we can deliver a baby just as simply.
Of course I avoid alcohol. I stick to decaf tea, lime and soda (it’s got bubbles at least), and water. Rock n’ roll. Stomach and leg cramps give me grief whilst cooking and eating, but it’s Saturday! On the first day of each new week it seems to be the case. Give me these growing pains over the trapped wind type any day of the week... phewy!
It’s a boring afternoon of repeated films. Whilst the hub and my in-laws use the opportunity to catch a few zzz’s, I stay alert and awake. Is it because I slept in until 8.30am, layed off the alcohol, or because I’m over the first trimester exhaustion?! It may be dark outside, but I can see the light.
Amount of chocolates consumed: Far too many to count.
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