These happy hormones are getting ridiculous.
It's week 18, and I don't think I've ever been this chirpy whilst simultaneously weighing over 69 kilos. Sure, I'll feel like going to sleep at around three o'clock this afternoon, but until then I'll still be getting the urge to do cartwheels in the corridor. Any bubblier and I could do the weather on a breakfast telly show.
I've read a little bit about the endorphins and other chemical bits that teem through a pregnant woman's body. I don't care what the leading theory is - I support any process that makes me jubilant about the fact that I'm going to be financially dependent upon my husband and deprived of sleep for about 18 years. Woo!