The trouble with this long winter is that I have spent so long making sure my son does not get unwell with all the colds and viruses going around, I have neglected myself and, as a result, have been under the weather this week.

Now, I am not going to start complaining about the weather or mention some random fact about how this March in the UK has been colder than December, January and February for the first time since 1975.

Instead, what I will say is I have appreciated the colder climes, especially being pregnant and carrying extra insulation – it can get quite hot.

Anyway, my baby had a growth spurt this week and has been kicking me every night for the past seven days, which meant a severe lack of sleep.

The problem was, jobs still needed to be done in the day and dinners needed to be cooked, so there was no time to grab a cheeky nap, which I loved so much during my first pregnancy.

That luxury is a thing of the past with a little toddler running around wanting to play and, to be honest, I love hanging out with him.

Things came to a head when I had to be admitted to the hospital for a day because I was seriously de-hydrated.

Not there was any need to panic, but it was a wake-up call and I realised I was good to no one if I was ill.

Michael has started creating iron-enriched meals to build up my energy and I have been drinking lots, especially as I have developed a chesty cold and lost my voice (much to my husband’s delight).

So for now I am sticking to typing.

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