Starting to believe it...
This whole thing is becoming more & more real every day. Two weeks ago we went away for a week with the in-laws. From the first day of the holiday, we realised we weren't going to be able to keep this one quiet.
"Fancy a beer?"
"Er, no...I'm a bit tired see...just a Coke will do..."
"Some wine with dinner?"
"Ooh, the wine doesn't look too great here, just a glass of water thanks."
"Or a beer?"
"No, just some water..."
Suspicious looks all round. When we were wandering around the shops after dinner, my father-in-law spotted a sign that read 't-shirts for mother' and he said to me, "Something for you, perhaps?" OK, we're not fooling anyone.
Over drinks (beers for them, 7-Up for me), we decided to tell them. R said to his dad that he will only have a few weeks of normal retirement next year - after that it will be granddad retirement. It took a while for the penny to drop, but when it did there were kisses all round and for the first few days, the conversation revolved around nothing else. It was so nice to be able to talk about it freely!
When we got back from holiday, we went straight to my parents' house. We gave them presents from the holiday and then I handed over a magazine for grandparents and said "This will come in useful." My mum didn't twig immediately but when she asked me if I was pregnant and I nodded, she started shrieking madly. Both my parents showered us with hugs and kisses and my mum started reminiscing about her pregnancy with me. I normally share everything with my mum, so this was a great relief and now I can phone her freely for advice.
During our holiday, however, my boobs stopped hurting so much and even seemed to shrink a bit. I started worrying that the flight might have affected the embryo or that the food I'd eaten out there had perhaps killed it. Or that telling the in-laws had jinxed it. When I was lying in the sun, I worried it might overheat. When I was eating pancakes, I worried they might not be cooked through. When I got cramps, I was convinced it was the beginning of the end. In that sense, the holiday was anything but relaxing for me.
Once we were back home, my boobs started hurting more again, so perhaps they go through phases too. After a few days they were hurting so much, I couldn't lie on my side because that makes them hang to the side and it's painful. I couldn't lie on my back because plain old gravity makes them hurt. Obviously, I couldn't lie on my front either, so lying in bed required some creativity. I've found a position now where I kind of crunch up in a ball and support my boobs with my arms. That'll do me for the time being.
The new development for this week is tiredness. A few days ago, I was reading and couldn't for the life of me keep my eyes open. It was 9 pm! I finally managed to stay awake until 10 pm and dragged my exhausted body to bed and rolled myself into a boob-friendly ball. The next day I was watching a DVD and actually fell asleep midway through it. R woke me and took me to bed, with me protesting I hadn't seen the end yet (although seeing the ending after having missed half the film would have been pretty pointless...). I've managed to arrange things at work so I don't have to go to a trade show in Paris next week. That's tiring at the best of times, but if I can't stay awake after 9 pm, it would be a living nightmare. My colleagues were disappointed, but I'm sure they'll understand when I explain the true reason to them in a few weeks.
When I was on the phone with my best friend a few days ago, I kept having to bite my tongue. I so want to tell her! Especially when she told me to call her as soon as I have 'news', which is her code for "call me when you're pregnant". I just let out a strangled "Mm-hmm" and hung up the phone very quickly.
On the one hand, I'm worrying incessantly, imagining all the many things that can go wrong. I've stopped reading pregnancy books because they contain way too much information about miscarriages and the like. Every twinge and cramp triggers my imagination and starts me imagining ectopic pregnancies, rupturing placentas (which I don't even have yet!) and worse. On the other hand, I'm so excited and so happy & thankful, that I just want to tell the whole world! One of my collegues commented that I looked wonderful and was "glowing" - that is exactly the way I feel most of the time. I'm growing a baby inside of me and it's the most awe-inspiring, wonderful, beautiful thing. Wow.
"Fancy a beer?"
"Er, no...I'm a bit tired see...just a Coke will do..."
"Some wine with dinner?"
"Ooh, the wine doesn't look too great here, just a glass of water thanks."
"Or a beer?"
"No, just some water..."
Suspicious looks all round. When we were wandering around the shops after dinner, my father-in-law spotted a sign that read 't-shirts for mother' and he said to me, "Something for you, perhaps?" OK, we're not fooling anyone.
Over drinks (beers for them, 7-Up for me), we decided to tell them. R said to his dad that he will only have a few weeks of normal retirement next year - after that it will be granddad retirement. It took a while for the penny to drop, but when it did there were kisses all round and for the first few days, the conversation revolved around nothing else. It was so nice to be able to talk about it freely!
When we got back from holiday, we went straight to my parents' house. We gave them presents from the holiday and then I handed over a magazine for grandparents and said "This will come in useful." My mum didn't twig immediately but when she asked me if I was pregnant and I nodded, she started shrieking madly. Both my parents showered us with hugs and kisses and my mum started reminiscing about her pregnancy with me. I normally share everything with my mum, so this was a great relief and now I can phone her freely for advice.
During our holiday, however, my boobs stopped hurting so much and even seemed to shrink a bit. I started worrying that the flight might have affected the embryo or that the food I'd eaten out there had perhaps killed it. Or that telling the in-laws had jinxed it. When I was lying in the sun, I worried it might overheat. When I was eating pancakes, I worried they might not be cooked through. When I got cramps, I was convinced it was the beginning of the end. In that sense, the holiday was anything but relaxing for me.
Once we were back home, my boobs started hurting more again, so perhaps they go through phases too. After a few days they were hurting so much, I couldn't lie on my side because that makes them hang to the side and it's painful. I couldn't lie on my back because plain old gravity makes them hurt. Obviously, I couldn't lie on my front either, so lying in bed required some creativity. I've found a position now where I kind of crunch up in a ball and support my boobs with my arms. That'll do me for the time being.
The new development for this week is tiredness. A few days ago, I was reading and couldn't for the life of me keep my eyes open. It was 9 pm! I finally managed to stay awake until 10 pm and dragged my exhausted body to bed and rolled myself into a boob-friendly ball. The next day I was watching a DVD and actually fell asleep midway through it. R woke me and took me to bed, with me protesting I hadn't seen the end yet (although seeing the ending after having missed half the film would have been pretty pointless...). I've managed to arrange things at work so I don't have to go to a trade show in Paris next week. That's tiring at the best of times, but if I can't stay awake after 9 pm, it would be a living nightmare. My colleagues were disappointed, but I'm sure they'll understand when I explain the true reason to them in a few weeks.
When I was on the phone with my best friend a few days ago, I kept having to bite my tongue. I so want to tell her! Especially when she told me to call her as soon as I have 'news', which is her code for "call me when you're pregnant". I just let out a strangled "Mm-hmm" and hung up the phone very quickly.
On the one hand, I'm worrying incessantly, imagining all the many things that can go wrong. I've stopped reading pregnancy books because they contain way too much information about miscarriages and the like. Every twinge and cramp triggers my imagination and starts me imagining ectopic pregnancies, rupturing placentas (which I don't even have yet!) and worse. On the other hand, I'm so excited and so happy & thankful, that I just want to tell the whole world! One of my collegues commented that I looked wonderful and was "glowing" - that is exactly the way I feel most of the time. I'm growing a baby inside of me and it's the most awe-inspiring, wonderful, beautiful thing. Wow.
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