B is 24 weeks pregnant this week. This means a number of things. Firstly, and probably most importantly, there are only 16 weeks left, which is a Good Thing. Secondly, it means that B is now coming out of her energetic period, and is now starting to struggle in the evenings. Thirdly, it means I was a little surprised when she appeared with a pogo stick on Friday evening.
I’m no pregnancy expert. I have experienced two and a half of them from the less involved side, but I am not initiated in all their mysteries. I am however pretty certain that I could scour any number of leaflets, articles and seven volume book series on pregnancy and in none of them would I find anything which would hint to the possibility that pogoing was a good idea. In fact it is probable that in one of the more comprehensive lists of dos and don’ts, one of the don’ts, I imagine quite low down the list, would be “Don’t pogo.”
