Anastasia’s pregnancy diary - weeks 24-26

I’ve had another lovely new experience most people call fainting. There I was, chatting happily away with a couple of friends during a dinner party, feeling pretty glowing and sexy. All of a sudden, I felt prickly from head to toe and my vision went fuzzy. A wave of nausea rushed over me, and I thought I’d throw up all over the canapés. I was suddenly so hot, I could feel the sweat on the back of my neck. I managed to mutter, ‘I don’t feel so good’, and was helped up by my friend, Sophie. I immediately kicked off my shoes (and I mean kicked) and staggered toward the door, desperate for some cold, fresh air. Once outside, I bent from the waist and did an

impression of a table (hands on a stair, bum in the air) for all of the neighbours and guests. It was the only position I felt I could remain conscious in, and frankly I didn’t care. After five minutes, it passed. Ah the joys of pregnancy! And I felt I was somehow ‘above’ such an episode. Anyway, I managed to dance the night away, after all (but I won’t be wearing those heels again – ouch).

My baby continues to be a calm soul. I have none of the vigorous, painful kicking I constantly read about in my books. Yes, I feel little thumps during the course of most days, but I have never found it a nuisance. This, of course, worries me. Is my baby weak? Why doesn’t she kick more? Is there something wrong? My mother tells me to be grateful I’m not in any pain, and Nick listens politely and tries to make me feel better. I know I’m searching for something to be anxious about, but I just can’t stop myself. Oh, and I haven’t had any Braxton Hicks contractions, yet, and most of my books say I should have. So let’s add that one to the worry list, too, shall we?

See Josa's pregnancy diary for weeks 24-26.