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Had my initial midwife appointment yesterday and it did not go according to plan. The first annoyance I encountered is that on my forms the estimated due date is completely different to the one my doctor had told me so where I thought I was 10/11 weeks gone I am actually only 8 weeks and due at the beginning of April. I know that this will change again when I have my scan and they can give a more accurate due date. My scan, however, has been booked in for the 26th September. 4 weeks away!!!! I was preparing myself to go public with my news next week but now I have to wait another 4 weeks. I just don't think I can fake anymore reasons not to drink or have any fun! In all honestly I really want people to know so that I can publicly moan about my morning sickness and why they shouldn't blow smoke in my face. Anyway this was only the start of my annoyance and the disastrous visit. The second point is that, although I have been working bloody hard to lose weight through boot c

A very unexpected scenario has played out over the last two days surrounding a chocolate Labrador puppy that I have not even met. I had always wanted a dog especially since the family dog died quite a few years ago in a Marley and me fashion. It was all very sad and Abbie, my black, rather old Labrador had to be put down. As both my husband and I worked full time we thought cats would be better suited to our lifestyles. So for a birthday gift one year I was given two, very cute, black, Siamese cross bred kittens that I still have today. About a year ago my husband landed a job where he consulted as a financial adviser and worked mainly from his home office. We quickly realised this situation meant we could in fact have a dog. It was decided that we should wait until the cats died before we did that. Our cats are now 8 and still have plenty of life left but I am getting very impatient. Our current lives and situation is screaming out for a dog. We regularly take long walks in large

This blog may come as a shock to some as my pregnancy is not yet common knowledge. I have had ups and downs trying to hide such an obvious secret. It all began last month when the 2 week headache became unbearable so I decided I had to see a doctor. The day before a male friend made a remark that I was obviously pregnant. I laughed it off as it could not possibly be that. My plans were to have a second baby next year. I have a big party planned in October for my 30 th and it was going to be the party of the century. Then I was struck with a drunken memory of a few weeks previous. Yes, there definitely was a careless moment... shit! So the test was positive, as were the second and third tests. I saw the doctor the next day and suddenly I am booked in with a midwife and it is actually happening again. So the rule of thumb is that you shouldn’t tell anyone until after your scan at about 3 months. The theory is that the first 3 months are crucial and the risk of miscarriage is exceptional