Thank god for Gaviscon!

Heartburn. Does it ever stop? Our little zergling (don't ask) is now not so little and infact is running out of room completely. As a result I think my stomach has pretty much run out of room too, and acid reflux is becoming a daily norm rather than an occasional annoyance.

Until I was pregnant I was lucky enough never to have suffered any kind of heartburn, certainly that required a treatment. I read that heartburn was a possibility in pregnancy and a few months ago diligently bought a bottle of Gaviscon in preparation. I had seen the adverts with the firemen and seen the white sludge they use to put out the fire. However, I had never put two and two together, that Gaviscon is exactly that: white sludge!

It tastes hurrendous! Of the two options I think mint is the least nausea inducing, but really is this the best we have been able to come up with? I don't think I'm alone in my love/hate relationship with the white goo. I recently posted on facebook that I was getting through it like it was water and some funny alternatives were suggested. These ranged from the predictable milk and avoiding fatty foods, to refreshers and love heart sweets! 

I will be giving the love hearts a go as soon as I can find them in a shop. They seem to have disappeared from the supermarket shelves so love hearts marketeers if you are out there - there is a target audience  you aren't reaching! Forget kids and retro sweet lovers, the pregnant women need your product, so tell tesco to put it by the pregnacare and we'll all be happier!  

The end is in sight!

This week marks my final week at work before maternity leave. Every Sunday night I have sat in disbelief that I have to do ANOTHER week at work before I can vegetate, but tonight I can happily say that this really is the last week.

By the time I will finish I will be one day shy of 37 weeks pregnant. Initially I had asked to leave at 38 weeks. However, back when I had to confirm the date I was only 20something weeks gone and feeling fit as a fiddle! Now the situation is quite different. Thankfully I don’t think I am too unusual in massively underestimating how tired and physically strained I would be by this point. When we began the NCT sessions everyone was planning to leave work with 2 weeks before their due date. Now it’s come to it, only one of us has managed that with most of us admitting defeat and bowing out before then.

The main reason I am happy to be leaving is I just physically can’t do it anymore. By the time I have commuted in on the train, (which really isn’t that far), I could do with a kip before starting the day. The office aircon is also set to tropical so I’m a permanent sweaty mess. The poor people on my pod sit in their coats while I hold the windows fully open to get some air. Sometimes it’s snowing and I still struggle to cool off! Overall I am just too tired to think sometimes which can’t be good!

Leaving work does however make it very clear that my life is about to change in a BIG way, and that change is not far off now. The inevitability of it is only now starting to sink in. Will I be back at work in 6 months hoping for an intellectual challenge and craving adult company, or saying ‘naaaah, I’ll stay at home thanks’. Let’s see shall we?