Urgh. Lounging on the sofa like a bloated whale. And every now and again my belly goes all hard and pointy, and I am told that this may be a Braxton Hicks contraction. I had thought it was just the baby moving around. Still, hopefully this means that by the time I finally go into labour my body will know what it’s doing.
Anyway, just because I am a glutton for punishment, today I went to Topshop (my haul: a pair of leggings and a T-shirt) and American Apparel, where I almost wept as I yet again realised I will probably never again be slim enough to wear a crop top, and had to settle for something called a “tent dress.”
And on top of all this, I feel sick. In fact, last night I woke up at 3am and actually was sick. I have become disgusting. This better be worth it.