I wanted it to be a little bit special when we told the girls about the pregnancy. This was not planned, I didn't think they had seen it coming, and I felt it could go either way: be taken really well or really badly. I knew there would be anxiety about mummy's attention being pulled … Continue reading Telling the Girls- The Rest.
At 8 weeks on the dot, the day of our dating scan, I woke up more nauseated than usual. I put it down to nerves. I'd been lucky with the girls. I had never thrown up, and any nausea I had was mild and quickly relieved with food. I never needed to even consider medication. … Continue reading Telling the Girls- Part One