And yes, there is a reason why I haven't been blogging since September; but I think I might have trouble convincing you that it's a very good one.
When I started this blog, I did warn you. Honestly I did. Go back to my very first post, and you will find that I noted a phenomenon that had been the death of all my adolescent diaries: the moment something momentously bad or momentously good or just plain momentous happened, I stopped writing. It would generally be because I couldn't explain the event adequately straight away in the time that I had, and then I would leave it too late to make it worth recording at all.
Well. Let me introduce you to the reason that I haven't blogged since September:
There he/she is. And it's not just that I couldn't think of anything else to write about, but wasn't allowed to tell anybody about the above until the day that picture was actually taken. It's also the phenomenal, crippling, chemical hormonal tiredness that comes with the first trimester of pregnancy and has meant that I have had NO time of my own. When Abi was awake, I was with her, and when she was asleep, so was I. For 14 weeks.
I hate the first trimester. I really do. It's not fair that the time you feel crappest, sickest, most tired and most worried about the whole thing coincides with the time that you're not allowed to get any sympathy because nobody is supposed to know (although I have to say that anybody who has actually seen me in the flesh over the past, say, 8 weeks is either extremely unobservant or will have guessed instantly.)
Now that I'm 15 weeks along and beginning to feel human again, I've been able to reveal my 'secret' and suddenly everyone is asking me how I'm feeling, how I'm coping and whether I want to sit down. No, OK? I don't want to sit down. I wanted to sit down a fortnight ago. Actually, I wanted to lie down in a little hole and die quietly a fortnight ago. But now I'm feeling quite bouncy, thankyouverymuch.
So there you have it. I expect to be a fully functioning blogger again very soon, and might even manage to write about something other than pregnancy. Don't stop following me!
