No one warned me about the
tiredness. The first twelve weeks I felt like a baby myself; who needed
afternoon naps. I quite liked the indulgence of having a nap without the guilt.
But when you are a teacher and you have to come home to marking a mountain of
books, prepare resources and complete planning it is not so easy to squeeze in
the naps. And guilt less naps are non existent. I found myself getting excited if I got into
bed before 9pm.
And then there was the aches, how
is it possible to feel this dreadful this early on? My boobs feel so swollen, I
want to hold them just walking up stairs! Which is fine in the privacy of my
own home but you do get some funny looks if you absentmindedly have a grope
whilst out shopping. As for my husband, he has had so many smacked hands that
he has given up attempting to cop a feel!
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