Week 6

I've arrived at week 6, and despite my dire predictions, I still feel fine. Completely fine. Not at all pregnant. I wonder if I should be concerned as I know when people are really feeling crook people say that it's a good sign. Is the reverse a bad sign?

Well despite the lack of nausea, I'm still suffering from exhaustion. Most often at about 4pm, when I'm ready to chuck it in and go to bed. Haven't managed it yet - the bed in our sick room is uncomfortably tempting, but I haven't given in yet.

Work this week hasn't been as bad as expected either. I wasn't needed at the Monday night meeting, and I left my Tuesday night meeting at 9pm so I coped OK. I decided to share my news with one of work colleagues. I wasn't sure how she'd take it given she has had some trouble falling pregnant, and we managed it at the drop of a hat. I shouldn't have worried, she seemed genuinely excited for me which was lovely. It also means that I have someone I can complain to about the hours I'm putting in without it seeming unusual and strange. This week is going to be difficult. I'm supposed to be out of the house every single night. I hope Master 2 remembers me at the weekend. Fortunately I still have my mid week day off to share with him so it shouldn't be too bad.

It's funny you know, while I don't feel particularly pregnant I'm very aware of it. I was at my parents place for dinner this week, and my Dad asked me if I wanted a beer. I replied "that's a silly question" and my Mum looked at me strangely and said "why?". I waited a minute to see if she was pulling my leg then said "I'm pregnant". At which point she blinked twice quickly and then said something like "your father is going have to be careful about not putting you in that situation". Bizarre really.

That's it for now. If you're reading this, and you think of something please make a comment. Then I know someone else is reading it...

til next time...