Who are you and what have you done with my wife?

Those words were uttered by Husb on Sunday evening when I sat on the sofa close to tears and declared
"I'm so BORED of eating!".

Anyone who knows me that I do not get bored of eating.  Ever.

The problem is, I got smug.  I got too smug regarding the lack of nausea and sickness during my pregnancy so far.  You may have gathered from previous posts that it did start but it wasn't so bad.  I'll be honest, (and forgive me for too much information) but I haven't actually been sick, I just feel it.  A lot.
Basically, I have deduced that if I don't eat approximately every three hours, then I feel so awful that I think I might die.

On Sunday we had a ridiculously enormous dinner with my family to celebrate 3 birthdays.  I knew when we got home around 7pm that I would not need to eat until breakfast.  That is, until it got to around 9.30pm and the nausea kicked in again.  I could not get off the sofa to even go to bed without having to clamp a hand over my mouth just in case.  It was at this point I made my declaration.

The same thing happened yesterday lunchtime.  I knew I was sailing close to my 3 hour deadline but decided to risk going out to get a sandwich in M&S.  Big Mistake.  I had to dash out, again with hand clamped over my mouth and back into the office. (it's fine to throw up in the office but not in Kensington M&S.  It's just not done.)

Whilst my colleagues have seemingly not noticed my burgeoning, ever-expanding chest, they must have noticed that I'm eating constantly at my desk.  They must have noticed the 7lbs that have already clung to my tummy and bum.  For someone who is always on a diet, it must look odd.

I cannot wait til next week when, hopefully, I can come clean.  Scan on Saturday.  Fingers crossed....

Secrecy

God this is hard!

I thought it would be quite easy to keep my news to myself and not be rumbled but it's getting more difficult rather than easier.  We have so many 'engagements' in the next week or so and there are so many times that our friends will believe that I just wanted to drive  (I know it's hard to believe but I do drive quite a lot so that's not so far fetched but I have a feeling that me driving to the 40th birthday party next week that is only a 10 minute bus ride from our house might be pushing the realms of credibility).

Some friends know that we had been having difficulty conceiving and to those people I can still use the whole ' trying to lay off the booze to increase our chances' ruse but to the rest, I'm almost out of excuses.  I haven't used the antibiotics one yet, but I'm saving that for a bit.  You never know when you need something like that up your sleeve.

It's getting trickier too as I'm starting to get 'symptoms'  - I say that in a tongue-in-cheek way as obviously being pregnant is not an illness. 
I've been so smug as I've not been feeling sick or tired or anything (although I have had a worrying cramping down one side that now seems to have gone away - thank goodness), until yesterday.
I sat at my desk at work at 3pm and could not keep my eyes open.  I had to fake illness to go home where I lay on the sofa and slept til Hubby came home at 7pm.  I just about managed to make dinner while he went to the supermarket (believe me, i could not be trusted in a car last night) and then dozed all evening...until he decided to snack on rice cakes... who knew those things SMELL SO BAD!!!  I usually love rice cakes but oh god...i could smell them as he opened the packet in the kitchen.  Gross.  Clearly my heightened sense of smell has now kicked in too.

Then I had to fight back  the nausea that the toothpaste induced this morning.  Brilliant, now personal hygiene is being affected!

Tonight we're going to a friends for dinner and she's making Indian ...

Wish me luck - I've got another 6 weeks of this!