At the moment I can feel 3 stretch marks. I’m constantly getting used to my skin changing and feeling different. It burns to a crisp with 3 seconds in the sun. As the carrot grows my bump makes it more difficult to see where my pregnancy stripes are. I am going to make sure Gav is on stripe watch soon after all stripes are his favourite pattern. I’m just not sure if he’ll tell me the truth on how many there are or he’ll fall in love with the silvery lines.

As much as I appreciated Gav’s offer of helping with my bikini line (that is a terrifying prospect as my concept of being sexy is depleting enough as it is) I’ve started booking in for regular waxes. A friend of mines advice was to keep trim because in labour it can get messy. The thought of that and the mucus plug I keep reading about on twitter frightens me.