So this week we told a lot of people that we were expecting. The pregnancy symptoms are starting to rear their ugly head. Tired all the time and slightly queezy although not too bad. At the moment my sense of smell would put a canine to shame. As a downside I now cannot stand the smell of mince or my bakingsoda spray n wipe. I also hate the taste of toothpaste yet am driven by an overwhelming desire to brush my teeth a lot. Cramping still hasn't stopped. Blast. My dad told my uncle who can't keep his mouth shut and subsequently started a roumor i was pregnant around church in dunedin this week. Good one! Obviously either dad failed to relay the "we are keeping it quiet" message or Uncle didn't stop to think about what the consequences of telling everyone would be should I happen to miscarry. Having someone I didn't really know come up to me 3 months after a miscarry and ask how my wee baby was coming along would break my heart. A miscarriage is not really the sort of this you broadcast to a wide audience so some people we may not have realised knew about the pregnancy would miss the misscarriage news. A tad awkward for them should they just be trying to be nice and make conversation. Cummon 13 weeks! Hurry up! Get me out of this silly danger zone!
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