You know that you are pregnant when.....

[bonbonpixie]

Hi ladies. This is just a bit of fun really. With so many of us plaged with sore feet, backs etc I thought we could all use a giggle!!

So i'll start. You know you're pregnant when....
The most important thing on your bedside table is a bottle of gaviscon....complete with straw!!

You are standing, trying to look attractive in massive undies, and then grunt and groan to remove a slipper. :)

AprilAl
so true! I need oxygen these days to put my shoes on along with gaviscon before during and after!

And a new one for me this weekend...you drive 200 miles at 37 weeks to see your lovely family, only to have them sing "weebles wobble but they don't fall down" when they see you approaching.

Yeah cheers - I'm so not naming the little one after you now, dad!!! :)

weebles:o

When you tell your DH to 'drive carefully' on his way to work, like his Mum used to do.

When you get overly sensitive enough about thoughtless comments to rant about it on MN.

When you feel mildly panicked about people being ill around you and start doing weird shallow breaths to stop the contagion whiffling up your nose.

When you start up with the flaming hiccoughs again and feel a tiny answering set of hiccoughs coming from your belly.

When DH comes in the the bathroom for a sneaky widdle while you're in the shower, and you yell at him from behind the curtain to put the seat down now 'because now the whole bloody room stinks of wee!':)

Yeah - to be fair it's quite an accurate comparison!!

..when wearing a bra is no longer important as it is too uncomfortable wearing one

....you drink gaviscon like a drug addict

...you're walking down the street and can suddenly smell old lady perfume from 50 paces and have to change your route to stop yourself from gagging.

freshwaterplimpies so with you on the smelly wee front, it's really annoying me after 7 months! :o

It is St Patricks day and your mumsnetting in bed at 10.04 while your non pregnant friends are having a whale of a time in town like the good old days..... And you wouldn't have it any other way

Your collection of Cosmo magazine is no longer needed for sex or fashion advice, but is jolly good at propping up the end of the bed. (I still got heart burn, years after DD2 was born)