Isn't being pregnant with the second so much more difficult than the first? I was in full time work in central London the first time and stopped 2 weeks before the baby was born. It was fine. He was 2 weeks early but I was a bit gung-ho about it all. Travelling on the train and tube in the rush hour through Clapham Junction was interesting, but I used my brief case as a shield and people were good about offering me a seat. (Thank you, the young man with the purple Mohican haircut).
The second time around I was simply enormous. I fainted when I laid down on my back towards the end. I was constantly exhausted - always looking for somewhere to lie down! Sam was not really a demanding child, but he wanted to play all the time, and I was his only playmate in the day. Looks like the cat suffered too.
The kitchen was really a bit tired by 1990, but we had finally got around to putting the lino down so it seemed quite luxurious compared to bare concrete.
He still hadn't quite got the courage to get out of bed once he had been put there. I look back and feel so mean!