That you`ll have to get used to soggy knickers way before you give birth
That if you sneeze too hard you`ll piss your pants a little bit
That if you cough too hard you`ll piss your pants a little bit
That even thinking about putting your toothbrush in your mouth will make you violently gag, and then you`ll piss yourself a little bit
That bending down for anything longer than 5 seconds after around 6 months will make you breathless
That your regular knickers/thongs/briefs will not stay up over your bump after 5 months, and youll spend many a a minute digging around inside your jeans, in public, trying to pull them back up and youll then give in up and have to go and buy some luverly apple catchers from Evans, preferably in a size 32, and you wont give a shit, you just want a bit of comfort
That you will have the weirdest dreams ever, ive been James Bond on a mission to rid the world of poisoned biscuits and ive had a white tardis flying over my head with mine and my friends dates of death written on it
That you will drool like a labrador when you sleep
That you will get heartburn in two places, everyday, all day, and NOTHING will cure it
That you will so crave a large gin that you find yourself stroking the two bottles belonging to the woman behind you at the checkout in Tesco, she will then think your a weirdo or an alky
That 17 times a day, you will need the biggest piss ever, only to go to the toilet and realise you only needed a small one, then when youve wiped, stood up and pulled your apple catchers up a little bit more will trickle out
That 40 weeks is a fucking long time, and you wish you were a dog, 9 weeks i can do, 40 weeks is bloody hard
That in the first 12 weeks you will check your knickers 26 times a day cos you have cramps and feel like your losing blood, you arent, its either piss or discharge
That your little darling will kick you sooo hard it vibrates down to your vadge and makes you jump, then hell decide not to kick at all or not as hard for a day or two, just to make you think hes no longer alive and well in there, give you a heart attack, worry you half to death then make your midwife send you to hospital to be monitored, only to start kicking hard again, just as theyre attatching the jump leads to your gut
That people will feel the need to touch your belly, even if youve perfected the perfect "get the fuck off me snarl" they`ll still do it, give up snarling and let them