Last night she stopped moving at 3am. I slept until 6:30 and then got a kick so hard in the ribs it made me gag. Finally, at 8:30 she had stopped moving again so I went back to sleep until 10am.

I'm still tired and very ratty. Today I'm on the hunt for the spiciest curry paste I can find. I don't care if I still have six weeks left, I want her out. I've given myself until 23rd February and after that, well I haven't thought that far ahead.

This pregnancy has completely drained me. Don't tell me once she's out I'll forget all about it, because I won't. And don't tell me once she's out I'll want her back in because I most certainly will not.

Now, where's that bottle of castor oil?

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