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Today I had a trip to the park with a group of adults with learning difficulties.  Its always a mixed day when I work with them because I get exhausted with fielding ridiculous questions but its so much fun too.  My absolute favourite group member Stephen (I think I may have blogged about him before) brought his magnifying glass to the park and I have an awesome photo of him studying the group like Sherlock Holmes. 

A new, very very camp group member didn't really endear himself by dragging me over with the bossiest manner possible to read the notice about dog pooh and then to see the dog pooh which was just by the sign.  He's a strange man.

Then Margaret fell asleep in her wheel chair during the meeting and snored gently in my ear for half and hour and Kevin who has Downs Syndrome and who I don't know very well kept shouting that it was boring and made me take him to the loo (which is in the staff only area of our library, so I had to take him) and left me standing outside for 20 minutes (god knows what he was doing). 

Another was obsessed with taking my photo and kept letting the flash off in my face when I was mid sentence (with mouth open like a fish) - those pictures are beautifuuuuul.

Anyway, managing 15 or so adults who are all quite challenging in their own ways knackers me out so I am now slumped over my desk eating shortbread and thinking about going home.

NB 8 weeks left at work -wooohoooo.

Its the final straight folks...3/4 of the way there.

Today I've moved back to the library.  Its been decorated and shut for the last 4 weeks.  It is now grey with rancid mauve highlights and looks vile.  I think the lime green walls in the hall with terracotta tiles were a particular low point in terms of interior design.

Still, my office has a new carpet which is vastly better than the old one and I've been forced to completely tidy all my stuff so my desk is very neat and organised. 

Belly (and presumably baby) continue to grow apace and yesterday I collected our 'travel system' from my colleague.  Its highly complex and I'm glad we only spent 100 squids on a second hand one as I can see myself tangling with it and losing my temper on a regular basis.  I will read the manual and hope that helps.  You need some sort of PhD to work the thing and its not just the buggy.  In John Lewis last weekend we struggled to work out the correct way to use the baby carrier thingummy.  I fear I'm not intelligent enough to have a baby...oooops.

I spent a large portion of easter weekend sleeping as I figured it was probably one of my last chances to do so for any length of time before the baby arrives.  Sleep = Good.

The boiler exploded this morning in a spectacular fashion.  British Gas wanted £156 to come and fix it.  British Gas = money grabbing twunts.

We spent a large portion of our wedding money on baby stuff.  Breastpumps and sterilisers = v.v. unglamourous.

The house seems to be falling apart.  I blame the weather.

I have been laid low with some sort of virus for the last couple of days (although sadly not off work as I've had loads on).  I started feeling crook on Sunday afternoon and by the start of the Dancing on Ice final I was in bed having thrown up everything I'd eaten that day.  It was rancid, particularly as I'd thought I'd done with the being sick.  Anyway, today I feel perkier although my belly feels weird.  Perhaps this is how it will be now in the final few months, just feeling shitty all the time.  Nice.

Anyway, I did make Nigellas choccy brownies at the weekend and they were delish.  AND I made a jam and cream vanilla sponge and served it on my cake stand to my friends with tea out of a teapot with matching mugs and everything.

In other news I bought a baby jacket with ears on the hood.  I feel ears should be an integral part of every outfit...

I've been sat at my desk for the last half an hour watching the baby make dents in my belly.  If I push, s/he kicks, its like a game.  A very cute game. 

I'm going to have to leave the office in search of an ice lolly...I ate two last night and I am seriously craving one.  I think I would even crunch on icecubes if there were any in the vicinity.

I'm 27 weeks today.  AND I have 10 more weeks left at work - horrah!!

I hauled myself out of bed this morning at some ungodly hour (half six) so I could put in a long day at work.  I've got so much to do and so little motivation.  There will not be a replacement for me whilst I'm on maternity leave so I have to wind all my projects up by May 30th.  Eeek.

I'm starting to feel very tired all the time now and I guess its because I am dragging around my massive belly all day.  By evening I generally feel like shit and am asleep by 10pm.  Everyone says that I look well, but its clearly a clever trick because I don't feel like it on the inside.  And I've still got 12 weeks to go. 

The babe's new trick is to kick me heftily at 5am until I wake up.  This, coupled with 3/4 visits to the loo each night and the effort required just to roll over now does not make me well rested.  I do seem to have left my mental hormonal angry stage behind me though (for now anyway) which is an improvement.

And I still haven't written quite all of my thank you cards!

I think pregnancy has atrophied my brain, I don't think I have anything interesting to say...

Oh wait...I do.  Handbag.com has a pregnancy and baby section (which is actually not on the handbag site, but whatever).  Some of it is really useful but some of it is plain crazy.  I particularly like to follow the shopping threads where laaaadies with clearly way too much money list what they have bought for their baby.  One has spent over a grand on a travel system!!  Each to their own I suppose but that seems like a crazy mental amount of money to spend.

These is also a heated debate on there about stay at home mums.  Now S and I can't afford for me not to go back to work when the baby is 9 months.  Its just not an option but still I feel bad reading threads where everyone is justifying themeselves and their own decision.  I started to comment on my situation and how I didn't have the choice but to return to work and then suddenly realised that actually even if I could be a full time mum, would I actually want to give up work completely?  I think in an ideal world I'd work 2 days and be at home for 3.  I've worked really hard to get where I am, yes my job isn't brilliantly paid but I love it and the sector (heritage etc) is so competetive that if I gave it all up I'm fairly certain I'd really struggle to get back into it. 

Hmm, my weekend could have been better.  S accidently backed my car into another in the car park yesterday.  Luckily the other car isn't damaged too badly at all and so hopefully won't cost much to repair.  Unfortunately my driver door is battered and it looks like it will be expensive to fix.  Its just so frustrating, S has been working loads of extra hours so we could buy stuff/ save money for when the baby comes and now it will have to go on this instead.  That sucks.  Why is nothing ever easy?

Our photographer has let us see a few official wedding photos before he went to India on holiday (I'm not suprised, the man must be loaded).  I have displayed them below for your perusal.

I am achey recently.  Even without the wind/car saga of Tuesday I am achey.  My bump hurts, my back kills by six pm and my thighs feel like I have been to the gym...I most definately haven't!  I have discovered the delights of sitting on a gym ball though, you may feel like a prat bobbling about on it but it certainly makes my back feel better.

I've just had quite a terrifying experience...

I don't know what the weather is like in the rest of the country, but up here the wind is mental, like knock you over strong.  I had a meeting to go to this morning near the big town moor and the wind was whipping off it into the car park ferociously.  being very careful, I opened the door holding onto it with both hands only to have it ripped out of my grasp and the hinge broke.  Then it slammed against me and caught my wrist really hard.

There was noone else about and I tried desperately to shut the door but the broken hinge wouldn't fit back into its hole, so the door couldn't shut.  I was holding onto it with all my strength because if the wind got into the car everything would be blown out and also because if I let go I thought the car door would probably completely blow off.  I then tried to get out of the car to close it from outside but I got knocked over, the wind was that strong.  So I just hung onto the door grimly (and crying by that point) until I eventually got the hinge back in the right place and was able to shut it.

Needless to say, I didn't go to my meeting and came back to the office where I was fed biscuits and someone found me ice for my wrist.  Its all swollen but I can move it ok so don't think its anything serious.  All this when 6 months preggers too, it sounds stupid, but it was very scary.