At the time of publishing this post, I am 27 weeks pregnant, however this is the post I wrote at 20 weeks pregnant. A lot has happened since then, so be sure to follow along…
I thought I’d escaped it, but no. At 20 weeks pregnant, I have norovirus. Or whatever sick bug Bunny has. I’ve spent two days in my bathroom and now I’m feeling very weak and very sorry for myself. I’m drinking green Smoothies to try and hydrate myself and feed my body some sort of nutrition, because I’m just not quite up to eating. I’ve had to cancel my 20 week scan because I’m so ill. To my horror, the sonographer told me to “come in anyway because we are short of appointments”. I kid you not… Someone who works in a hospital actually told me to walk into a hospital antenatal unit with norovirus… The superbug they tell you to stay away from hospitals if you have it! I refused and I told her off for suggesting it, because even if I had been well enough to leave the house, I wouldn’t want to infect another pregnant lady. That would just be plain wrong. My scan has been rescheduled for next week.
I can’t believe I’m 20 weeks pregnant already though?! Where has the time gone? I’m officially halfway there!
What else is happening this week? I’m sure there’s something… Oh yes… I’m turning 30! I’ve been completely in denial and desperate to hang on to every last second of my twenties. I don’t feel 30. I feel about 23. They say you’re as young as the woman/man you feel… Well the last man I felt was 21, so I’m going to stick with that!
I’ve decided not to celebrate my birthday, as I tried to organize something and nobody could make it. I knew I’d be a bit gutted anyway because I was meant to be spending my birthday with he-who-shall-not-be-named in Vegas. What can compete with Vegas? Instead I am taking my twinningtons to The Baby Show in London, thanks to gorgeous maternity brand, Rainbow in my Jar, who kindly sponsored me to go.
So talking of that bad egg… He and his girlfriend are so keen to get me sacked from work, that they spread a ton more lies about me. I love my job, but I just can’t deal with the gossip and the bullying anymore. I need a clean break, so I have cut all contact with him and his family and quit my job. I’m sick of breaking down in tears on the bus home. I’m sick of defending myself when I’ve done nothing wrong. I work hard, I’m professional even when I have to work with him. I don’t deserve all the stress being inflicted on me and my midwife is concerned that if I stay in my job, the stress is going to affect the baby.
They say that life begins at 30 don’t they (or is it 40?). Well then the day I turn 30 is the first day of the rest of my life and I’m going to make damn sure that me, my beautiful girls and my precious baby boy, make it a happy life.
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