Told someone I'd only just met that I was preggers last night.
Whoa.
Trippy.
Was offered a glass of wine at an art opening and I said 'oh no thanks, I'm pregnant'.
Stupid and weird.
I should have just said I didn't want a drink!
In others news:
The vitamins are making me ill.
The 'morning' sickness is making me ill.
The sleepiness is kicking my arse.
Good lordy, Monster!
You had better be pretty damned special at the end of all this!
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3 comments:
Morning sickness lasted all day for me. It will all be over by 3 months I reckon.
Get as MUCH sleep as you can.
Oh, s/he will be special! I'll bet on it, and I'm not even the gambling type
Oh, s/he will be special! I'll bet on it, and I'm not even the betting type!
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