I like children (most of the time) and I am really happy to be having one but I don’t really do babies. I don’t go all gooey over babies, I don’t rush over and pick them up, I don’t feel all that broody and I can’t really seem to get my head around that in just over 7 months I will have one.
But I am realizing even more than babies I don’t do the whole pregnancy thing. I don’t want to discuss the intimate details of what is going on, I don’t want you thinking that it is ok to feel my tummy and for pity sakes please stop calling me a pregnant fairy. Also I am not the type of girl that is going to get professional photos done of my naked tummy. Don’t get me wrong I don’t see anything wrong with the girls that are into that I am just not. I mean, my tummy has always been my worst feature, so why now would I suddenly want to show it off to the world.
But in the interests of keeping my readers up to date here is how I am feeling. Fantastic! No morning sickness. In fact besides feeling a bit light headed a couple of times and the fact that I already don’t fit into a pair of pants that I bought right after Ironman (what was I thinking anyway) oh, yes and a positive pregnancy test (or 4) I would not even have guessed that I was pregnant. Long may it continue? Although after reading this post back to myself, maybe I am a bit grouchier than normal???
I am going for my first scan on the 6 July. At the moment apparently the “baby” is about the size of a grain of rice. Wow.