Once we moved into the house I was seven months pregnant, so things looked a little different to Part #1)
Wake up at seven when Josh gets up for work- either get up then or go back to sleep and wake at about 11.30. Have a shower, eat breakfast and realise half of the day has gone already. Look despairingly at the pile of boxes cluttering up every room, and think with panic of impending deadlines.
Sit at the dressing table/desk in the bedroom, just about fitting between the chair and desk. Crack open the piles of books for research and open the laptop to get going on the essays. On a hand-in day, waddle down in the freezing wind to the bus stop, get on the bus for a few minutes and waddle across to my department. Realise with panic I’ve forgotten to do the online submission, waddle to the library and find a computer with difficultly. Realise everyone is staring incredulously at me.
Waddle up the hill a little to Sainsbury’s, pick up anything from there which we need, wait at the bus stop to get the bus back up the hill. Struggle up the last steep straight home, baby kicking around. Put some washing in, do the washing up from the night before, sit on the sofa and watch something lazy.
Eat dinner, usually involving mayonnaise and try to eat more fruit and veg so I’m at least up to five for the day. Squeeze back in behind the desk after trying to sort through a few more boxes of clutter and stare and the bright screen feeling tired before crawling into bed to do it all again!