On the 28th April we took a test to find I was already 2-3 weeks pregnant and that’s when our three month secret began, we didn’t tell anyone. Not a soul.
We wanted to wait until the 12 week scan to make sure things we’re going okay before we shared our news, from scare stories to close family members having had experiences with miscarriage I didn’t want to risk anything. Which of course means I spent three months being completely paranoid and worried constantly.
I was so nervous prior to the scan that I spent the morning hidden in the loos at work, being sick! I hadn’t had any morning sickness until this point so it was definitely due to nerves.
The scan went well and off we went to tell the grandparents-to-be! I wanted a fun way to tell our families, we prepared a gift ready to share the news in the form of a babygrow with ‘ I Love Grandma’ or ‘ I Love Grandad’ written on them, their reactions were brilliant and everyone was as happy as we had hoped.
Once the cat was out of the bag it all started to feel more real, although I still took another 7 tests to keep telling me it actually was happening! If that wasn’t enough to make it feel real the following six weeks of morning all day sickness and nausea was. The only food that appealed to me for weeks was cheese pizza, I’m pretty sure if Dominos had a loyalty scheme we would have done well from it. The man was amazing and ordered the pizza in order to make me eat. He’s been very helpful throughout so far and thankfully all sickness has now subsided. We’re still really excited, I must say I was surprised by how fast it happened for us. Is it January yet?
