Preg be friends

Went for tea at Patisserie Valerie yesterday with my friend A. Just as I was blathering on about how manky and sick I was feeling (oh yes, morning sickness is here with a vengeance, and no, it doesn’t just appear in the morning), she blithely interrupted with the news that she, too, is up el duffo. Nine weeks gone, so three ahead of me. I’m so happy to have a pregnancy buddy (and one of my bestest friends) to share all the worries and frets with. We have worried about exactly the same things so at least I’m not a weirdo.

Meanwhile, I am still knackered, intermittently nauseous (mostly first thing in the morning and last thing at night, with waves of it during the day) but starting to be a little less anxious – my period was supposed to start on Tuesday and there was no bleeding at all, so I guess that’s me still properly pregnant. I’m jealous of A though, cause her scan’s only two weeks away – I have to wait a whole month from tomorrow.

Held another baby today, who belonged to the owner of a house we went to look at this morning. I wonder if it’s something about being pregnant that makes people feel happy giving you their babies to hold – as if you’re going to be any better at it? Still, I didn’t drop him and he didn’t cry, so that’s got to be a good sign…