Week 14

I'm officially fat. No. I'm officially 'fatter'. Hmmmmmm. I seem to remember feeling like this with Stefan. Not quite big enough for maternity clothing, but too big to button up my trousers.

Having not lost all of my pre-pregnancy weight, I'm feeling the pinch. I knew I shouldn't have had that extra slice of cake at Mum's over the weekend! Well, at least I have a good excuse as to why I'm looking more rotund when people give me a second look.

We'd discussed having our second child relatively close to Stefan, so I guess that's always been at the back of mind when I've thought about loosing weight in a 'serious' sense. I've not liked the excess very much. Am looking forward to getting back into my size 12's again after this baby.


Emotions have been up and down, tearful at times, but generally on the whole I am feeling good. Very happy-go-lucky and have a bit of a spring to my step. It's nice to feel 'up' again after feeling so miserable for so long. I was loosing my perspective on things, but am getting it back now, together with a rational head. Wonder how long that will last?

I've been having some very vivid dreams. Some of them have been quite upsetting and Darren has woken me as I've been sobbing in my sleep. They seem so much worse in the middle of the night.

Made an appointment for my 15 week MOT next week. Looking forward to that so I can hear the baby's heartbeat. The 20 week scan seems so far away.