Glowing is a complete myth, and I've decided so is even enjoying pregnancy.
I could get an Olympic medal in moaning about how much I hate pregnancy. But I'll settle for moaning specifically today about being nearly 28 weeks pregnant and still being &%$!ing sick. Grr.
Amusingly, my alcohol tolerance has dropped to virtually zero. I've barely had a glass all pregnancy but as I was on a rare night out with DP at a naice restaurant last night I had a large glass of red to take the evening to drink. And despite 3 courses of food, I still felt quite squiffy on it 
I have told DP that (as we will be bottle feeding) when the baby is a few weeks old he'll be in charge and I am drinking as much of a bottle of fizz as I can and passing out asleep at 8pm 