The Morning After

So, it's The Morning After the stupid argument, and I have had virtually no sleep. Not least because when I did start to drift off I started having a very bizarre dream about Diana Ross. Not as she is now, but as she used to be in the '60's. This began to disturb me, especially when she was singing in a high pitched voice something along the lines of 'You need to take care of your heart'. Now whether she meant Heart as in your 'body where all the talent is' (another line from the weird song - sorry), or 'Heart where all the love is', I haven't got a clue, but I do know that all the weird psychedelic '60's swirls and colours were freaking me out, so I woke up. I looked over at my husbands clock and saw I had only been asleep for 20 minutes.

I continued to read then, and I managed to finish two books.

It's just that I felt so bloody stupid, and my stomach was hurting as well, it kept me awake. I would normally just go to the toilet if I have stomach ache, but the thing is at the moment I can't. The Doctor told me last week when I went about the urine infection that there are certain things I can not do, because they can lead to miscarriage, apparently, and because I've had two, then I'm classed as high risk and so definitely have to stay away from doing certain things until I'm between 16 and 18 weeks;
The first one is just plain common sense - I can not lift anything too heavy. That's a given, but from thereon in, they get a bit difficult.
I can't push my daughters pram up hill. OK, you're thinking, not too bad. It is when I live in the middle of the bloody Penines though, and our flat is at the bottom of several rather steep hills.
I am not allowed to vac up. Again, you're thinking great, get the hubby to do it. But the problem is, I have to nag him to vac up once a week as it is. I would ideally like the carpet to be vacced every other day.
I am not allowed to get constipated. How the hell can I NOT get constipated. I eat fruit and veg, but sometimes... you know... And it's not as though I can take anything to STOP me from getting constipated, with being bloody pregnant. And that's why my stomach is hurting so much this morning, because I am terrified of bloody pushing!
And the big one now, I am not allowed to have sex. Apparently the strain on my stomach would be too much.

Don't get me wrong, I respect my Doctor, even if she is slightly crazy, and totally computer fearing (she always seems to loose my page when I go, and she can never print out the prescriptions). I think she might be Hindu because she has a bind hi on her forehead, but last time I went she shouted a very Christian swear word at the computer just as she lost my page. It made me laugh to be honest.

So not only is my poor husband having to cope with the outrageous bursts of hormones, but he is also having to do housework and have no sex. Do you see why I am beginning to feel so sorry for him?

I finally have my midwife appointment, next Wednesday at noon. My boss is going to love me for that, but it's tough I suppose. He's got to get on with it, and realise that my baby comes first. Not work.