Week 11: The week where um... oh god.. what was I saying?!

The sickness is slowly subsiding, thank god, but I am now faced with a new problem - I appear to be brain-dead.

I've always prided myself on my excellent memory. Whether it's remembering useful information for work or not so-useful-information (quiz me on any Take That lyric, go on!) - I've suddenly become well a bit blonde. OK, so I am blonde, but I've never been the dumb blonde variety before.

This morning for example, I struggled to remember the name of a close friend's partner - Kat, Alice, Julie... no, it's actually Anna. Doh! At work, my to do list has become the most important document on my desk - if I don't write it down, it doesn't get done! So you can imagine my dismay when I had to interview Mariah Carey last week.

For the first week after finding out I was due to interview the diva, I mostly worried that I would throw up all over her stupendous rack. As the nausea faded however, I was filled with a new worry - that I would totally forget my questions. I've interviewed numerous celebrities on camera and have never needed more than a few notes jotted down on paper, but even after reading and re-reading my questions several times, I had to write the full questions out.

Thankfully, even though Mariah kept me waiting for 4 hours, I didn't freeze during the actual interview, which was a HUGE concern but I know I was having to concentrate on what I was going to ask her much more than I normally would.

I also spent the entire interview trying to suck in my burgeoning belly. Mariah may look super curvy on TV but in reality, she is quite svelte and I didn't want to look like a porker next to her. God, what if I have to interview a huge, beautiful celebrity when I'm huge and not-so-beautiful?! Ther perils of pregnancy continue...