Week 23Week: 23

Waist: 36 inches (+0.5 inches, possibly owing to Misery Guts’ work trip to the Cadbury factory)

Feeling: Chickeny

I’ve developed my first pregnancy craving: chicken soup. And not just any old chicken soup. It has to be fresh (tins are a no-no), it has to have actual pieces of chicken in and there can’t be any other ingredient other than chicken (sweetcorn is the stuff of the devil).

I realise it’s been one of the hottest weeks of the year, but I can’t get enough of the stuff. I’m sipping as I write. It’s now got to the point that my local Tesco has been sold out of its Creamy Chicken Soup for three days in a row, and I’ve had no option but to move on to the Finest version instead, which oddly isn’t as nice (forget Covent Garden, have you seen the fat content?)

I could happily eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner and have been bulk buying lest the Finest stuff sells out too. I’ve even found myself anxiously popping into the Co-op convenience store when passing just ‘to see’ what their supplies are like.

Goodness knows how long it will last. Long enough to get through the five pots in the fridge and three in the freezer I hope.