Being knackered. I always struggle with a delicate stomach first thing if I'm really tired, pregnant or not. Mark brought me a cuppa when I crawled into bed this morning and then Edie woke up, so I drank it really quickly and couldn't keep it down. It was projectile over the bathroom floor while I was sat on the loo. Beyond grim. And Edie was laughing thinking it was hilarious. So much like her father.
I'm somewhere between 5'8" and 5'9". I probably don't have the muscle tone I had before so will probably carry a bit lower this time but it's quite high at the moment.
Only just saw this post! You poor thing and thats so cheeky of Edie to laugh!