With brilliant timing I found out I was 6 weeks pregnant when my little boy of 22 months stopped napping in the afternoon.  

As we all know the first few weeks of pregnancy are awful. The effort of  keeping awake at about 3pm most afternoons was horrendous. I pay great  homage to Bob the Builder ( or Sir Bob as he is known in this house.) For these first few weeks he was a regular visitor to our house around that late  afternoon period. I have to say Joseph was very good and must have realised  that Mummy was not quite her normal self. He let me lie on the sofa and  apart from shouting 'wake up mummy' a few times in my face let me have a rest.  

At about 4 months we enter the boundless energy stage. Where I am sure  Joseph must have though Mummy had gone mad. Out in the morning and the  afternoons. I think I shattered the little boy out completely and quite a  few times he just crashed out in the car on the way home from another  expedition out. Sometimes I could see it in his eyes, when I would say to  him 'where shall we go today' he was almost saying to me ' bloody hell  just let me stay at home and watch Beebies'  

The house was regularly cleaned from top to bottom and Jim's work shirts  hardly touched the bottom of the laundry basket before they were whisked  away and washed, pressed, starched and anything else I could do to them I  did. I had a such a close relationship with the hoover we went a few times  together in the evening. Hey this pregnancy lark, with a toddler was easy, I  was thinking. Oh how wrong I was.  

I am now just over the 7 month stage and suddenly I have slowed down. From  talking to people, I may slow down so much I may start going backwards. Sleeping is obviously more difficult and the knowledge that a toddler is going to be bright and breezy at about 7am ( again shouting Mummy wake up ) until 7pm is a lovely thought. Umm....... where is that Sir Bob DVD and it may also have to extend to Sir Thomas the Tank Engine. 

I now seemed to be resorting to lots of soft plays and going out for lunch and coffees. Being round the house is hard as sitting still makes me want to sleep. I am spending a fortune and I think Cadwinkle should have a loyalty scheme, as should Morrison's and Tesco's cafe.  

I have also resorted to those long drives home, that us Mummy's are so keen  on. In the hope the little angel may fall asleep. This may mean him waking earlier the next morning, but if this is the day that I have bagged a lie in that is the husband's problem. The deviousness of pregnant women!!!!!  

I am on the 11 week countdown now, it seems ages away and so if you see me looking wild-eyed and desperate in the middle of Tesco's etc my advice is just ignore. If anyone wants me round for a coffee I am free as it would  save me buying one at Tesco's!