Being pregnant throws up so many questions...
*why am I lounging around the house in hideous velour tracksuits, eating too many creme eggs and looking like Waynetta Slob?
*Why does my hair refuse to do anything but look like a medieval bowl cut?
*Why is my bum growing quicker than my bump?
*Why am I suddenly fascinated by battery powered gadgets that squeeze your boobs?
*Why do people look shocked when I say I am not due until June?
*Why does my mother insist I can't carry anything heavier than a teabag?
*Why do I wake myself up snoring every morning like a pig searching for truffles?
*Why is my cat suddenly acting like a psycho and pooing in the bath?
Was hoping for chic maternity type glow...instead have got broken veins and wind.
Its a blooming mystery 