Still up the duff, it appears!
I think there need to be a different word for "preganant" for the first 12 weeks - maybe just to ease you into the idea, but also to recognise the fragility of the state and the concept. Something a little more specific than the 19th century euphemisms about being in a "delicate condition". I feel like I'm still in the waiting room, listening out for my name to be called.
I opened the parcel from my mum today, and it is a necklace - pearls interspaced with earthy red, azure blue and lapis-blue ceramic beads - just beautiful. And better still, was the news when she called me that she's planning on staying in town after Christmas for at least 6 months, to enjoy her first (touchwood!) grandchild.
I went out this morning to get bread & milk, & when I got home, El Prima and the girls sung me happy birthday and surprised me with a cooked breakfast. Spoilt!