My best kept secret

I absolutely wasn't fibbing about that bug that knocked me off my feet back at the end of July. I genuinely was bed-ridden for a week feeling sorry for myself.

However, I claimed that the good weather was keeping me away from the computer and causing me to neglect my blog.

That was a slight bend in the truth, because actually, this happened.

D and I couldn't be more over the moon. You know, by now, that I'm a precision planner, and this wasn't part of the plan wasn't in version 1 of the plan. But the time felt right. E adores the company of others. She adores showing off her toys to her pals. She coos over babies and wants to help look after them. Now was the time to make her a big sister. 

And, despite weeks seven to thirteen being hideous, all is well. There is very little similar about this pregnancy to last time. What does that mean? Is it a boy? Shall I find out?

And here we are at week 16 and today I'm mostly wondering where did THAT come from??

I had to hold off sharing the news until I told the people who mattered most. And some of those people only found out on Thursday, as I wanted to get the start of term out of the way first... So it's really only the last 48 hours that I've felt like we've been celebrating properly. No more hiding the flab-turned-tiny-bump-turned-not-so-tiny-bump. No more keeping my best kept secret!

This new chapter in our lives opens up a myriad of new things to blog about. I'm excited to be writing about the next bit as we get ready for life as a family of four...

Goodness me. A family of four.

16 weeks