chocolate, a pigeon and a measle
An interesting weekend. As a belated valentine, Jono and I nipped off to a country pub in Oxforshire for a romantic treat. The hotel was lovely - roaring log fire, michelin-star food, cosy duvet and big fluffy towels. What more do you need?Full of good intentions to enjoy good weather, walking in the Chilterns and getting plenty of fresh air and exercise, I fully succombed to the next symptoms of my pregnancy - tiredness. I managed to get up for breakfast on Saturday, but then retired back to bed for a 'quick snooze' prompted by over indulgence at the buffet breakfast bar. At 1pm, I ventured as far as the bathroom for a shower. But 1.15 saw me back in bed again. Another 40 winks at least gave me the energy to get dressed and finally Jono and I ventured out for a drive in the country. It got dark pretty soon after that.
I also had to finally accept something that has been troubling me greatly. I HAVE ACTUALLY GONE OFF CHOCOLATE! I can't believe it! Although my brain is still fully engaged, my body is now repulsed by the gorgeous brown stuff. It makes me feel sick if I eat it. Honestly, what pain! Without my weekly weekend bottle of rose, I at least thought I could turn to chocolate for a treat.
As we left our country retreat, a couple of older ladies called to us in the car park. It seemed that a pigeon had been knocked by a car or something and was now sitting pitifully in the drive with a pretty mangled neck. The ladies asked "please would you be so kind as to put it out of it's misery?" At first we didn't quite realise what they meant, but lady number one clarified, saying "can't you hit it again with something, or drive over it?" OMG! I know it was probably the most humane thing to do, but we just couldn't. And, although Jono's car isn't the cleanest in the world, I know he didn't fancy pigeon guts all over his tyre.
Returning home we twittered Mike to let him know we would pop in. He was in charge of his kids while Melissa was at work. They don't know we are having a baby yet. Emily (2) and Edward (10 months) were playing in the lounge, when we arrived. Mike put the kettle on then announced "Yep - the kids are great. That spot on Edward's head is just where a recent measle burst!!!!" PANIC! Needless to say we idn't stay too long and Edward did NOT get a cuddle from auntie Cath!
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Add a commentkeeping secrets
what is it about keeping secrets that's so hard? when Jono and I first found out we had a bun in the oven, we agreed that we wouldn't tell anyone until we were reasonably sure that things were ok. I gather this is pretty usual, and many people keep stumm until after the first scan.Within 24 hours, I had blabbed to my friend Louise at work.
Within 25 hours, I had felt the need for family support and told mum and dad.
After 3 days, I couldn't help but blurt it out to my big sister, Steph, who told me off for not telling her sooner!
After a week, I told my boss, reasoning with myself that it was best that she knew in this early stage.
Obviously, I told everyone not to say anything.
- Steph told her boyfriend Jon.
- Jon told Jerry and Jan.
- Dad told Auntie Maureen.
- Mum told Auntie Jen (because dad told Auntie Maureen, so it must be ok!)
- I told Cathy and Sarah at work, because my boss shouted out about 'my condition' in the office.
- My 12 year-old nephew asked me what the 'big secret' was, and deduced I was either pregnant or divorcing Jono. He didn't believe me when I said I was getting divorced and said that looking at the Miriam Stoppard baby book with Steph had given the game away.
- And yesterday, at lunch with mum and dad, dad announced that a nurse he knows at church said that Frimley Park is the best hospital (Sarah Fergusson had one of her babies there, you know) and that I'd be in safe hands!!!!????? What the hell?
I believe Jono when he says he hasn't told anyone. We did eventually spill the beans to his parents last week, but they've also sworn not to tell. I trust them all. Jono's dad was a vicar after all!
At least I know where I get my blabbermouth from.
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hippo head
I was just talking to Jono about whether constipation was normal at 6 weeks, when the midwife called. We've opted to go with Frimley Park rather than Royal Surrey as it can be a real pain getting to Guildford sometimes.Anyhoo, the midwife seemed quite nice, but didn't hold back on telling me how busy they are. So much so that she can't see me for my first appointment for another 4 weeks. I guess that gives me more time to experience odd symptoms to ask her about, eh?
I've set up a baby ticker on babygaga.com where you can track the bump's progress. Cool, huh?
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Jono thinks we should give the bump a name, but so far I've only come up with 'hippo head'. Can you see the resemblance? Previous - Next
