Just a few snippets from Libby's Diary

December 25: 7:45 PM just got home from the farm (Rye). This Fat Boy Slim DVD Mark bought me for Christmas is great... shit! did I just wet my pants, or was that.... Mark can you ring the hospital please...

December 25: Its Christmas morning, I guess we can go to the farm for Christmas lunch - although the contractions are a little stronger than they have been over the last four days... better not tell Mark as he might panic.

December 19: Another bloody false alarm. Mark wondering whether or not I'm using the excuse of pregnancy to stop work and gain a pound or two (or twenty). I'm actually starting to believe it myself.

December 16: Back pain... lots of it.. I think this could be it... Mark could you ring the hospital.

December 15: I just wish he would make an entrance... NOW!!!

December 8: Nesting, I've heard about this. Isn't it where you prepare the house for the new arrival. Bugger that, I'm just to damn busy cleaning the house from top to bottom to worry about nesting.

November 29: I saw Dennis, the Obstetrician, the other day. He said all is very normal and healthy - but I have a bad feeling. His record for letting mums go is 44 weeks. There is NO BLOODY WAY this little boy is going to hang around in here for another 7 weeks.

November 22: I suddenly realize that all my close friends whom I love so much are all hoping that I'll give birth to a baby the size of a small block of flats.

November 12: 3:00 AM... 'Mark, darling' wake up, I'm feeling funny... contracting'... Thank god its just a false alarm, but Mark has etched Cabrini's phone number in his memory forever.

October 21: Second Huff and Puff class, really bored! I know it all. It must be because of the copious reading that I have done. Haven't spoken to anyone, and don't really want to.

Week 20: Not happy. Don’t fit into any of my clothing, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I ever will!

October 14: First Antenatal (Huff n Puff) class... really excited! There might be some couples at the group that we might become friends with.

Week 18: Third ultrasound, all is well... and what a big willy, must take after his father. Apparently the second ultrasound was ok as well, but it was during week 12 and that was just a blur.

Week 16: I want to write a book on pregnancy. One that tells you about the things that the current books don’t tell you about. Things like not being able to cut your toe nails, having to cut hair on your body that doesn’t grow on your head, and hemorrhoids (I’m not saying that I have them).

What can I eat? There is nothing that I can stomach except fish fingers for breakfast, and potato nuggets. And get this - diet coke tastes bad and chocolate smells awful.

Weeks 6 to 13: It’s all a blur, I just want to die... never thought I could throw up this much. 'Mark, darling... if you want another one, it’s your turn to get pregnant, I’ll even give you my uterus... I won't have anymore need for it'

Early April: I'm late again, but I feel crampy. It must be just around the corner. 'Take a test', says Mark. 'What's the use' I say... I don't feel pregnant.

Week 5: First ultrasound with Dr Dennis Price. He's a nice comforting doctor. Everything is normal, that little heart is beating at 110 beats per minute. 'Are you feeling sick at all' asks Dr Price. 'Not at all' I say ‘but my boobs are really sore'.

Week 4: Somebody recently told me about your brain turning to mush. I think it’s called ‘Preggo Brain’, and believe me its true. So I guess I should send a big apology to all the doctors whose work appointments I missed.

'Hey Mark, take a look at the results of the test' (thud)... 'Mark, darling are you ok' as I splash water over him to wake him up.

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