..No-Glow Areas

So where's this 'glow' I'm supposed to be experiencing then? Well towards the end of my second trimester of a so-far slightly troublesome pregnancy, I look like I have yellow fever and the onslaught of teenage acne, combined with a drunk old man's ruddied cheeks and flared damp nose. This is not, in any way, shape or form, to be compared with the smiling, airbrushed mothers lovingly stroking their rounded bumps and looking the epitome of health and vitality in my cope of Dr Miriam Stoppards Guide To Conception, Pregnancy & Birth. I feel vile. Probably because this is my second night shift in a row, and I haven't slept since I woke up early on Tuesday morning and took it upon myself to stroll down the seafront, take voyeuristic photographs of unsuspecting old boys dragging their bait boxes out to sea, and head to see a girl about a chicken. Or somesuch.
The 'glow' is absent, but who cares? Not me, anywho. Right now all I care for is a cup of hot cocoa and the next nine hours to poof themselves away. Faster.