Is this where the maternal guilt starts? Wondering if any health problem/ lack of sportiness/ Einstein-like smarts was due to that bumpy car ride/ sneaky Snickers bar during your 8th/ 15th/ 34th week?

These Pregnacare tablets are the size of a house. With my natural aversion/ inability to swallowing tablets, distaste of the bitter flavour of the capsule contents (yes, I open them and stir the powder into juice) and general early pregnancy memery (yes, I did lock M outside on the balcony by accident), I keep forgetting to take these tablets. D'oh!

And food just doesn't like me. I'm on mashed potato, cheese, ginger ale and junk... Doritos, Pringles, Irn Bru, Wham Bars... Things I haven't eaten for a long, long time and normally happily avoid.

Help! I'm bombarded with 'your baby's brain/ important organs are developing at this stage'. No pressure to be uber-nutritious, eh?