It's hard work, this pregnancy malarky. I'm sure it's harder than last time. I'm tireder, more nauseous (although haven't been sick yet, thank goodness) and I'm having horrible dreams. According to the midwife (I had my first appointment with her 10 days ago), it's normal to feel more tired and nauseous with a second pregnancy, and horrible vivid dreams are quite normal in prgenancy as well. Sadly, so are the increase in migraines I've been having.
The vivid dreams are weird - ranging from abseiling from a pully fixed to a building with a piece of MDF, through diving to rescue a body from the bottom of a pool that turned out not to be a body at all, to finding my Dad had cut Imogen's hair, badly, with some clippers. Mainly they don't actually wake me up, but I don't feel like I've slept very well the following morning. Only one has been in any way related to pregnancy - I was in a bathroom somewhere and took a glass shelf off the wall before giving birth to a baby onto the shelf (It was a baby boy, Tom, weighing 1lb7oz - perfectly healthy and we didn't need to go to hospital!)
Last week it all got a bit too mcuh. I was feeling so useless - not feeling like I could give Imogen the attention she needs, and not getting stuff done round the house either. So, after bursting into tears on the phone to my Mum, I'm now taking a break. Imogen, Buster and I are staying with M&D for a few days, and it's great. Imogen's getting lots of lovely attention, and I can do nothing if I feel like it! Shame I'm going to have tot go back to Sheffield to try and sort the house out for moving.