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Pregnancy Diary-Week 23


EMMA’S Pregnancy Diary - Week 23

Just back from the most fantastic holiday. Paris was totally lush, the weather was gorgeous and we both had a really brilliant time. We went by plane (I thought we’d have to take the Eurostar but I checked with the airline and they said as long as I was healthy it was fine for me to fly at 23 weeks) to really make the most of our four days together. We found time to do all the proper touristy things – like going to the Pompidou Centre, looking at the Mona Lisa in the Louvre and checking out some cool pavement cafes. My favourite bit was going to the top of the Eiffel Tower and then having a lovely long lunch afterwards complete with a to-die-for lemon tart (pity I couldn’t join in with Nick sharing the bottle of wine that went with it, but still...). I’m sure his high point of the holiday was dragging me all the way out to Pere Lachaise to see Jim Morrison’s grave, which was fine as in return he had to put up with a day going round Galleries Lafayette – so I could indulge myself in a little Parisian retail therapy.

The only real downside was the food. I really, really love cheese but all the runny, stinky ones were completely out of bounds. I was very good and no Brie or Camembert passed my lips so I just had to make up for it by scoffing loads of French bread and olives instead. Coming back on the plane I felt a bit down when I realised that this was the last holiday Nick and I would ever take as a couple. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the baby, but it was gradually sinking in just how much our life was going to change over the next few months and years. I was picturing going on holiday in the future with a whole car load of toys and nappies and a small person in the back shouting ‘Are we there yet?’ every five minutes. Nick and I both agreed it was a scary thought.

P.S. Wahey! Nick felt a kick! We were sitting in bed together on Sunday evening when I felt loads of jumping and thumping about, so I grabbed Nick’s  hand and put it on my bump. It all went quiet for about five minutes and we were about to give up, when the bashing around suddenly started again and Nick snatched his hand away and started grinning from ear to ear.

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