Yeah, I haven't invested heavily into clothes as this is the only time that I expect I'll be pregnant. So I am wearing all the same things each and every week but I did have to buy them all earlier, so I am getting my money out of them.
It beats the ol' feeling and looking chubby stage.
Or, worse, the barfing in the middle of the day without a bump as an excuse.
My first Thanksgiving here, I was pregnant with Aillidh and horribly nauseated all day, but determined to inject a little Americana into the day, so I went for lunch at the McDonald's in Prince's Street, Edinburgh.
On the way back to work, though, I just couldn't keep it down, and wound up wretching into the carrier bag I'd taken to putting in a pocket, right next to a bin that I just didn't quiet make it to.
Cue a couple of old biddies tutting under their breath about the state of the world, when grown women were so drunk in the middle of the day they were being sick in the middle of town.
And the worst was that I couldn't answer them back for being sick!
Riding the bus home after work was torture, especially as by the time I got it I usually had to go to the top deck, full of people who were breaking the smoking ban up there. BOAK!
I think I did manage to cure one ned after I started to barf right next to him when he lit up.
