Arghh!

Just a very quick update.

So I swallowed my fear and texted my mother. (This is how I told her last time as I am too chickenshit to tell her face to face)

Only it was half an hour ago.

And she hasn't replied.

My dad did - my dad was amazing about it, said he was really happy for us :D

But my mum still hasn't...

Panicking now.

If I don't update you within a week...
She has killed me....

Telling the mother....

So my mother doesn't actually know I'm pregnant. To be fair, nobody really does! It's funny how much this pregnancy differs from the first! Last time I was shouting it from the roof... This time I'm even more frightened of telling my mother I'm having another one. After countless warnings and threats to not have another child for at least ten years. Oops! Though to be fair, I didn't actually plan to have another for at least like... three years.

I may have begged OH for a baby when I saw pictures of Facebook of pretty newborns... and joked about a small age gap...

BUT I WASN'T BLOODY SERIOUS!

But that's the way the cookie crumbles. And I'm very happy about Beany.

In fact, I got my NT scan date through, and I'm pretty buzzed. Except I'm already 9 weeks pregnant... And I haven't even told my own mother. Because she's going to shout at me.

Am I really mature enough to have two kids if I'm worried about my mother telling me off?

On the other hand, BB has got over the god-awful virus that made him a demon child. He's been STTN (despite now waking at 6.30 am like he has a bloody alarm clock) and he's less whingy. Still snotty though, and seems to have developed a liking for wiping his nose on my clothes or in my hair - nice huh? Yummy.

Thinking about hiding until Beany is here...
xxx

I Need a Week of Sleep...

OK, yeah, I suffered with the ol' first tri exhaustion last time... except I didn't have a baby to look after, a house to clean, three ten hours shifts a week, food shopping to do and a to-do list that's longer than my arm. I'm sat here, praying BB stops fighting his nap this morning so I can go back to sleep. I can't get enough of the stuff. I could happily stay in bed for a week, and I'd probably still need more.

And randomly, I got an awful case of nausea yesterday. Eight weeks into my pregnancy, thinking I'd gotten away with another pregnancy with no sickness, I got wave after wave of nausea. No actual vomiting but I think feeling sick is worse than being sick for me. I'm hoping it was because I didn't take enough food to work yesterday and I was just hungry...

BB has actually gone for a nap so I'm going to collapse for a bit.

Hoping for a miracle cure for tiredness
xxx