6wks today which means the teeny-tiny one is one month already, measuring about 2-4mm. Weirdly, no symptoms as such although this Monday, as last Monday I had queasiness on and off all day. Still quite stroppy which I’m finding endlessy frustrating, I want to feel joyous and happy not snarly and grouchy, but I guess I’m at mercy to the hormones.
Red wine has started to smell horrible to me, which is good in some ways, but not so good when darling husband still drinks it and I can smell it on his breath later on. I’d forgotten how super-sensitive one’s sense of smell gets! Not off any foods yet, in fact same as last time, strong flavours are going down a treat still.
We told a few friends at the weekend and they were really sweet and happy for us. It feels great to know that we have someone to confide in, but it has meant I’m even more desperate to tell others. I can’t win! But, I’m managing (just about) to keep quiet – even the party managed to pass off without much comment. People seemed to accept that I had some kind of water infection and sensibly declined to ask any more questions ha ha!
Work is gearing up to get very busy in the coming week, and my MIL is coming to stay from Sunday – Friday (oh my…), I forsee much daytime babysitting duties as I cram in as much work at the office as possible. Still, that works out good for both of us – she gets time with beloved granddaughter, I get time out and work done. Everyone’s a winner!