Baby boom

The fact that I'm writing this at silly o'clock in the morning says it all really. It turns out that growing a human being inside you actually affects you quite a lot. I can't sleep, I'm eating enough to feed the five thousand, my back hurts, my tummy hurts, my head hurts, and my brain hurts.

I'm nearly half way now which just seems ridiculous. What kind of world is it where I'm given the responsibility for another human being? I keep expecting social services to knock on my door and take the foetus into care.

And this is meant to be the easy bit before I enter the world of sleepless nights, changing nappies, and saving for university fees...