You've beaten me to one of my saved blog entries for a quiet/rainy day! I went to pick up the mrs from aqua-natal fat-lady swimming class thing a few weeks back, and it had been cancelled cos the pool was too cold so all the pregnant-types were sat upstairs in the leisure-centre restaurant bit having coffee. I found the mrs, and wandered over to where she was sat with her 'aqua-natal friend' who's 20 (i think) and pregnant with her 3rd baby. I smoke a bit, so when I got there the mrs immediately pulled me up for smelling of fags and did her paddinton bear patented hard stare while I looked a bit guilty. "Do you smoke then?" asked her swimming friend? "only a bit" I replied, which is true, cos I only smoke out of the house, and NEVER when the mrs and unborn are within breathing distance, obviously. "How about you?" she asked the mrs. "Oh not any more", she said, "I've not had one since I found out I was pregnant" which is true. "Oh, I couldn't give up!" says swim friend, looking genuinely surprised that the mrs had given up just cos she was having a baby. "They're the only thing that keep me sane!" she joked. I didn't know where to start, so I didn't bother, but she's currently 28 weeks (ish) and keep having to go to hospital cos baby isn't growing properly. Urgh.