My big fat pregnant Saturday night!

Saturday nights.
Ahh the memories, or perhaps the lack there of.  Crawling in (sometimes literally) at 3am.  Staying in bed till midday on Sunday, feeling like death warmed up, watching loads of trash TV.

This Saturday, I was up at 3am, feeling like death warmed up.  But had there been the reward of an all night party first….no.

Welcome to my big fat pregnant Saturday night!
My big fat pregnant Saturday night!

Prepare to be jealous*

*you won’t be jealous at all!

We had watched back to back the last two episodes of game of thrones season 5.  That was pretty wild, not gonna lie!  Even stayed up past 9pm, pretty good going for a lady in her third trimester if you ask me!

I went to bed with a bit a headache, not too dissimilar to those old Saturday nights!  Thanks in part I’m sure to the god awful music playing at the fair down the road.  (The fair was in aid of Constitution day which was Thursday, it’s usually held on Mahe but this year it was on Praslin)
But, I was asleep by 10, living the dream!!

I then woke up at 12, and then 2.  Headache getting worse and worse and with outrageous heartburn. Finally at 2:30 I dragged myself out of bed and took some paracetamol and got back into bed waiting for the painkillers to kick in, they didn’t.
Headache and heartburn then joined by hot and cold flushes.
The heartburn was so bad that I couldn’t actually lie down.

Pregnancy really is all glamour, all the time isn’t it!?

At 3am I took a shower, it didn’t help.

So by 3:30 I found myself downstairs, chugging water and watching storage wars on the history channel in a haze feeling very sorry for myself like a former drunk me back in the day, but very grumpy and generally, being a big fed up pregnant lady!

At 6ish, Mark came down and found me asleep, I couldn’t have been asleep for long, I’d seen inside a lot of storage units!!  I went back up to bed.
Mark got up with Arthur and I stayed in bed till 8.

I spent the rest of the day very tired, grumpy and wishing I was in bed watching trash TV.

Instead I played trains, stacking cups, watched too much Peppa Pig for any sane person, been climbed all over by Arthur and been given many kicks by baby boy bump.
Oh and I got to hear that god awful music as the fair has continued all day today too!!

So, as you can tell, I’m not bitter or grumpy about my Saturday night at all!!
How did yours compare?