I have the plague/pox/whatever.

No updates recently as after a short while of nothing to report, I achieved entry into the third trimester club. Sadly, the same day I also came down with a horrible viral chest infection and have been bedridden since. Boooo… There will be a bump update photo as soon as I’ve stopped looking like a haggard old lady in pyjamas.

I went to the doctors a) to get a sick note, but mostly because b) I was coughing so hard I thought I could injure Prawn in some way or induce early labour. The good news? Apparently not – hurrah! (yes, I am a neurotic first-time Mum sometimes)

The only positive thing about this experience is that Prawn freaked the dog out. How? I was watching a movie in bed and Boris was snuggled up to my bump sleeping. Prawn decided to try out her Kung-Fu moves and kicked Boris in the ribs, waking him up and causing him to be most alarmed. As my lovely Boris’ normal state of being is confused, the alarm wore off quickly and he fell asleep again, just not on the bump. 

The reason I say that the dog being freaked out is a positive, is that he was leading in those stakes this week after he freaked me out by licking my (pyjama-clad) boob after I leaked boob juice in bed. He’s not usually a “licky” dog and IT WAS MY BOOB. Gross.