Last week I had the sudden (and slightly terrifying) realisation that I’d officially hit my third trimester. After a few deep breaths, an extra ice lolly, and a panicked few hundred pounds of baby paraphernalia on Matt’s credit card I had calmed myself down.
I have since then also realised that I haven’t really posted a pregnancy update since my first trimester whinge. I’m sure this is devastating to all so here you go! The second trimester, why it’s still a bit shit.