The cat’s out of the bag…
OK, the news is slowly starting to get out into the world, so I might as well blog about it🙂
As of today, I am 13 weeks and 3 days… UP THE DUFF. For those non-aussies among us, this means that I have the PG, am knocked up, preggers and in fact actually pregnant! Yay!
At the risk of making this a baby/pregnancy blog… ah heck, my blog, I’ll post what I want😉
I’ve been reasonably sick for most of the past 9-10 weeks – lots of nausea, a bit of spewing (I don’t like to bomit!), and a general tired feeling. From what “they” tell me, this is supposed to drop off in the next week or so, and believe me – I would be extremely pleased if it did, because this is not a lot of fun. But all signs point to normal, and I’m living with it, and it could be a lot worse.
Had the second round of scans yesterday, and everything looks pretty good so far. I’ve put on a little weight, but not a huge amount, and I’m pretty comfortable with it. Being too fat for my normal clothes and not fat enough for maternity clothes is an awkward place to be, though!
No, I don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy, and I don’t want to know – I want to make it a surprise. I have this gut feeling that it’s a boy, which I can’t explain, and I’ve got a 50% change of being right so I’ll leave it at that.
I’m due in November (Nov 3, if the squidgee actually arrives on time), so I’ll probably start my leave about 6 weeks before that to get everything ready while I can maybe still move around a little. All my classes are booked in, as much as I can organise has been organised.
It’s so much more exciting now that I’m “allowed” to share it – it was mighty hard keeping the secret!