My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

The thing with being pregnant in your second trimester is you're 'supposed' to be full of energy, and right up for some how's your father.

This thing is with me being pregnant is I'm absolutely knackered, aching all over and feel like a dried up old spinster ;o)

I'm hoping my drive will return with avengence soon. Poor Mr O. All the action he gets is me thrusting my feet or hands at him for a massage (which he happily obliges to, my wonderful Mr O).

And don't get me started on the bad dreams.

I dreamt we left the hospital with the baby (which was a boy by the way!) and we had a really skanky red plastic car seat, with one flimsy rotten blanket – and the baby was so cold his jaw was chattering and his lips were blue! I found a blue baby hat on the floor in the carpark (nice) and picked it up and put it on him, before realising I hadn't fed him for a whole day so out come the boobs, which were full of chocolate milk! "you can't feed him chocolate milk jen, he's a newborn baby for god sake!"

And that's when I woke up in a sweat, with the words 'Failing as a mother' flowing round and round in my head.

I had to check my nips too, just to be on the safe side. No chocolate milk leakages, thank fook.

Anxiety dreams have started then by the sounds of it!

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