Road trip

Not much to report on the P front - symptoms now mainly tiredness (constant), sore boobs (when squished), and desire to eat all the time. If I get hungry, I get nauseous - so the little blighter must be sucking up all the food from inside me and making me need to eat more (that's my excuse anyway).

Tomorrow I am off to Manchester for a work-related event that starts with a 6.30am wake-up call and will finish some time after midnight, before collapsing into a Travelodge (never let it be said that working in the media isn't glamorous). I don't know how I'm going to get through the night on canapés alone, so I'm hoping that at some point I'll be able to grab some proper food. I'm hoping that my lovely husband may make me a sandwich to stow in my overnight bag!

Search for a house to upgrade to has led nowhere at the moment, there's just not much around apart from really disgusting old houses which smell of old men and wee. But now that we've got a buyer, at least if a nice place does come on sale we'll be in a good position to make an offer, hopefully. I'm not too worried about it at the moment 'cause there's loads of time, and if we end up staying in the flat for a while, well, we're very happy there. Could just do with a bit more baby-swinging space, is all...!

32 Fuck me

Not much to report on the old preggo front, apart from going to Bravissimo on Friday for a new bra fitting - my boobs being all big and swollen now, they just don't fit in any of my old 34D ones. I was sized up by a very nice lady who pronounced that I was now the proud owner of a pair of 32F breasts. Or, as my husband put it, "32 Fuck me! Ding ding ding! Cherry cherry cherry! Jackpot jackpot jackpot!"

So off I headed to the checkout. "You'll be back," said the girl knowingly as I handed over my Switch card. "We just had a lady in who's only halfway through her pregnancy, and she's already gone up to an L cup." Gulp...

In other news, our flat went up for sale yesterday... and apparently this evening a couple have put in an offer after their first viewing. In the morning we'll find out what it is... and if the owners of the nice big 3-bed house we saw tonight will accept an offer under the £250k 3% stamp duty threshold. So we could be on the move... or not!