I join various mother and baby clubs via the internet. Get some free stuff (2 nappies and about 17 different samples of oil to prevent stretch marks) and loads of blurb – most of which I scan through and put in recycling bin.
Attend concert and nearly pass out in the tram on the way home. My husband recognises I need to get out and helps me off but not before I’ve inadvertently groped a fellow passenger (a middle aged, overweight, greying man) on my way out because I cannot see and have to feel my way off. Throw up in Asda’s flower beds. Walk the rest of the way home in the rain.
Date of first scan arrives.