Advice... and how not to take it Last night I went to a work dinner. We were all sitting around outside. I, luckily, have provided everyone with a great topic of conversation. As has my other work colleague who is also expecting. I sat through many conversations about sickness, pregnancy diarrhoea (the same story I had to listen to several weeks ago when I was trying to eat) which put me off my dinner, the size of babies when they are born, the benefits of a vaginal birth versus a caesarian, what kind of child care I need, what kind I dont need. The list goes on but I tuned out. I'm starting to wish someone else would do something so we could have something else to talk about. However I'm starting to realise that people are not telling me other stuff. Unless I'm just forgetting it which is highly possible. All conversations I am involved in lately, other than directly work related, are about pregnancy and babies.
And I'm fat.
And still not looking pregnant unless I tuck my tshirt under my boobs.
Haven't felt them move yet - even though everyone says I should have by now.
And still getting sick with every kind of food under the sun - which everyone says should have gone away by now.
sigh.......
I thought today that Toby and Hamish go well together as names for twin boys. I have an ultrasound on Friday. May be able to tell the sexes then. I'm pretty sure I want to know but I dont want to tell other people yet. Sounds a bit mad I know. But I'm allowed to be mad. I'm pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |