Just finished a manic 12hour shift at work. It's not a very nice feeling to work so damned hard and then kinda realise that you're only a flipping waitress, you're not actually making that much of a difference!

To cut a long story short, here's a breif update: I feel like I haven't slept in weeks. Ex is refusing to talk to me except for one obscure text at 2.30am the other night. All I do is work yet I have no money. Everyone expects me to be blooming cheerful all the time because, well I usually am, and of course i'm pregnant I should be happy all the time supposedly, so I can't really talk about it with anyone. Not to mention that none of my friends have ever been in this kinda position so much.

I love my baby so much, it's crazy, just want to cuddle her already... can't believe I have to wait another 3months!! Good news is she's started kicking!! It's such a brilliant feeling!!!

Okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop whinging now!!!