Urgh!
So whoever is in my womb right now is strictly vegetarian. I can't eat meat, I can't be in the same room as meat, and as recently demonstrated by the 'Which' advert in which a gentleman attempts to carve some meat, even a picture of it on the television will send me running to the nearest bucket.
Morning Sickness is a total lie. Mine is here twenty-four seven, especially when I try to eat anything. I asked the midwife about it and she told me that an aversion to certain foods is perfectly normal, as is feeling ill 100% of the time. I asked if there was anything I could take for it, and she laughed heartily at my charming naivete...
Apparently there are hundreds of folk remedies, each of them as likely to work as anything else. Of course I have sent the lovely Mr Turner to the supermarket with a big stereotypical list of all of them, because we'd both prefer if I would vomit less and maybe tidy up a bit more.
My midwife gave me a ton of homework. Seriously, I expected to leave with a few leaflets about not eating swordfish or picking up cat poop and instead struggled home under a weighty 200 page tome. It is fatter than even the most old-school of larp rules, and were it anything other than important information about birthin' babies I would almost certainly put it off until the last minute before hastily cramming the night before.