Shout it from the rooftops
Last weekend we reached the 13-week mark and decided we could start making the happy news public knowledge. We told a couple of people over the weekend and on Monday night we started phoning around our friends. We got very mixed reactions. Some of them were anything but surprised and others screamed for joy. However, each and every one was really enthusiastic and so happy for us. A good friend of ours got so over-excited after we'd spoken to him that I started receiving text messages from one friend while I was on the phone with another friend, who had already been informed by him. Good news travels fast!
Telling my new boss was nerve-wracking as he's a real career man and has very ambitious plans for me for the coming year. The year in which I'll be taking several months off to become a mum. I took a deep breath, blurted out my news and waited anxiously for a reaction. He smiled broadly, blue eyes twinkling and said it was wonderful news. Subsequently, he congratulated me three times and started talking about the miracle growing inside me, a dreamy look on his face. He told me not to worry about how we're going to organise the work situation but that I should fully enjoy the pregnancy instead. I was completely gobsmacked, but in a good way.
My colleagues had mostly been expecting it and two of them had even bet a bottle of wine on me being pregnant! There were several moments of enlightenment, as suddenly some of my out-of-character behaviour was explained. I'd stopped eating brie sandwiches, claiming I only liked them in summer. I didn't drink at a company dinner, whereas I normally take full advantage of the free wine. I didn't go to a trade show I normally love going to because I couldn't stay awake past 7 pm at that point. "Oooh, so that's why..."
Along with the positive reactions have come the advice. Heaps of advice. Suddenly the whole world knows what's best for me, what I'm thinking and feeling, what I should and shouldn't be doing, what the state of my hormones is and everyone I know has become a fully trained obstetrician. It's driving me mad! Just because I didn't cry at a sad film, I was apparently suffering from "reverse hormones". I've decided not to drink at all during this pregnancy, but apparently I should have a few glasses of wine because it's not a problem. I don't want a home birth, but apparently a hospital birth is "not my style". My belly shouldn't be swelling yet according to one person and according to the other my stomach is till too flat. As a friend of mine wisely said, welcome to the public world of pregnancy.
Telling my new boss was nerve-wracking as he's a real career man and has very ambitious plans for me for the coming year. The year in which I'll be taking several months off to become a mum. I took a deep breath, blurted out my news and waited anxiously for a reaction. He smiled broadly, blue eyes twinkling and said it was wonderful news. Subsequently, he congratulated me three times and started talking about the miracle growing inside me, a dreamy look on his face. He told me not to worry about how we're going to organise the work situation but that I should fully enjoy the pregnancy instead. I was completely gobsmacked, but in a good way.
My colleagues had mostly been expecting it and two of them had even bet a bottle of wine on me being pregnant! There were several moments of enlightenment, as suddenly some of my out-of-character behaviour was explained. I'd stopped eating brie sandwiches, claiming I only liked them in summer. I didn't drink at a company dinner, whereas I normally take full advantage of the free wine. I didn't go to a trade show I normally love going to because I couldn't stay awake past 7 pm at that point. "Oooh, so that's why..."
Along with the positive reactions have come the advice. Heaps of advice. Suddenly the whole world knows what's best for me, what I'm thinking and feeling, what I should and shouldn't be doing, what the state of my hormones is and everyone I know has become a fully trained obstetrician. It's driving me mad! Just because I didn't cry at a sad film, I was apparently suffering from "reverse hormones". I've decided not to drink at all during this pregnancy, but apparently I should have a few glasses of wine because it's not a problem. I don't want a home birth, but apparently a hospital birth is "not my style". My belly shouldn't be swelling yet according to one person and according to the other my stomach is till too flat. As a friend of mine wisely said, welcome to the public world of pregnancy.
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