Now what was I saying....?

I had a really good post that I'd been thinking about for a few days. I'll write it next week, I said to myself.
Big Mistake. My brain, it's mush. Really, this has only happened in the last week. I think my brain size is now inversely proportional to my belly. Slightly worrying. Especially as my job relies rather heavily on that grey matter. What do mathematicians do?
So the good idea, it's dust. Hopefully good idea will come back one day soon while it is still relevant to my pregnancy development....
Something I do know is that I'm 18 weeks today. Well done baby Pullen. You are growing nicely. These are new things that have happened over the last week:
1. My skin is flaking off. It's attractive. Really it is.
2. Our little baby wriggles around and I feel it properly now. On Saturday, post Stevie, it did a massive turn and I think I felt an elbow or heel under my hand. My hand, if you're wondering, just happened to be resting on my tummy.
3. I am eating a lot more. I've even bought healthy snacks like carrots sticks and hummus.
4. The bump, it's bigger.
What with the lack of brain power and the empire maxi dresses, I think I'm getting into this pregnancy thing. Of course, I'm still a bit of a bundle of worry. This is me we're talking about. The girl who worries about Darling Husband if he takes longer than 10 minutes to go and get bread on a Saturday morning.
But seeing as the worry is now a life sentence, I am trying to box it up (along with all my lovely shoes) and put it somewhere safe.
Here's to the next 18 weeks. By which time I think I'll be somewhere close to full term and presumably the boxed up shoes (they have new homes in little see-thru plastic boxes with draws) won't be cluttering up the baby's room.
Now I'm off to bed. Because I forgot to mention that this heat, blimey, it's totally knackering. But I'm English, and I'm not complaining. I'm just mentioning it, in a slightly dehydrated way.