One week on

This one, I wrote back on the 9th February, just one week after we discovered our good news.

It's amazing how quickly a body can change and react to what it needs to do.

I have welcomed this tiny being into me with everything I have. And despite being little more than a dot just yet (I think I'm almost six weeks along now), I can feel its effects already.

My body temperature has reached incubator proportions, to the point where I wake each morning drenched with sweat. My boobs are enormous (even more so than usual) and they hurt. They really hurt. Actually, they feel like they're ready to spurt out milk any moment. (Wait up - there's a while to go yet!)

I've had some insomnia - lying awake for hours during the night, waking early and being unable to get back to sleep, taking ages to fall asleep in the first place. I think it's just from all the things going around my head.

My tighter-fitting clothes don't fit me. That happened with Abbey too; before I even knew I was pregnant I couldn't fit into my favourite jeans. I assumed I was just bloated and reached for a stretchier pair. I guess my body just adjusts itself to a state of slightly wider (hello, Child-Bearing Hips) when it knows it has to care for another. Whatever.

Emotionally, I'm calm and very even-tempered. Which is more than I can say about my first pregnancy. I have this feeling of contentment, pure and utter happiness right down into my depths. I feel like being one of those annoying people who sings in the morning and tells everyone loudly how great life is.

Maybe I'll give in and be that person.

I'm excited. I keep imagining telling people, and I've almost let it slip a few times. I'm planning to have an ultrasound next week to get dates (PCOS means I have no clue) and then we'll start spreading the word. I can't wait.

And we've started talking about names already. We've agreed to use the boy's name we'd settled on last time, but as for a girl's name? This could be hard - and it might be best we've started talking about it early on.

The biggest question on our lips, though, is how to tell Abbey. We're pretty sure our easygoing girl will be happy - or probably just shrug and not really understand just yet - but we want her to hear it from us, rather than be surprised when she overhears us telling others. But what to say? And when?

I'm sure we'll muddle our way through...

PS - in tomorrow's post I'll share the ultrasound... and Abbey's reaction.