they are going to freak. in the best way possible.
but there is something about the combination of no-one knowing and the distinct lack of feeling pregnant that leaves me feeling like a fraud.
i'm quite sure this wont last long and i'll be slapped in the face by the cold, harsh reality of being pregnant before i know it. but until then. i'm a fraudster.
having said that, the inability to eat pretty much everything i like [goodbye dippy eggs - how i will miss you], and the fact that i've had to give up my beloved coffee [and beer] have had some impact on how i'm feeling. so i guess the reality is settling in.
there wont be a saturday morning like the one below for me for some time to come. the sacrifices we make ay? tish..
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