It’s been another whole week since I last blogged. It’s not that I don’t love you all in blogland, I really do, really really. It’s just that this little embryo is kicking my butt. It’s amazing what something the size of rice can achieve! By the end of the day, I am completely fucked – can’t speak, can’t read, can’t make decisions, can’t remember the last thing I said. And man, do I feel sick. Every single minute of the day. And many times during the night too! Why is it that I could sleep all day but the minute the sun goes down, I’m wracked with insomnia. I’d kill for some real sleep. I hope it comes in the second trimester.
About sharing the news… We were trying to wait 12 weeks with a few exceptions for parents and a couple of close friends but once we started telling, it was really all over. Everyone we’ve told is sworn to secrecy but at this stage, we’re not sure who there would be left to tell. (Actually, yes we are – my Dad and Ducks Dad…neither of them will be fun)
I told my Mum last week. She cried. She’s over the moon, ecstatic! She keeps calling me Mummy and she is already onto making us a big stash of fitted cloth nappies (diaper).
Ducks told her Mum and Bro today. Apparently her mum squealed and jumped up and down with excitement. After that, she said, ‘they just looked a bit confused!’
I had to tell work yesterday – I’ve already taken a sick day and am getting to work progressively later everyday. I’m behind on deadlines and generally flaky so I had to come clean. My co-workers are thrilled. One is already planning a baby shower for me and has a list of stuff she wants to give me. Another, knowing she’ll never have another of her own, is thrilled to have me to live vicariously through. Our coordinator had already figured it out because of the sick day I took!
We’ve also told a large handful of our friends. They’re happy for us. Some more than others – but all very supportive. From today onwards, we won’t tell a soul until we’re past that dreaded 12 week mark! (BTW – If I know you on Facebook, please don’t out me as knocked up there – there are people on FB that I genuinely don’t want to know for quite some time…thanks)
I’m off to the osteopath now. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since she rightly predicted that I was pregnant (2 days before the + test) and I can’t wait to talk to her about it…and more than that, I can’t wait for her to fix my aching body!
I’ll try to update you more, but no promises…