So that happened.
Then we went up to Edmonton for the weekend and stayed at the Fantasy Land Hotel in the Roman room. Complete with round bed, mirrors on the ceilings and all the walls, and a giant jacuzzi tub that took 40 minutes to fill and we watched tv from the tub. Also, several hours of waterslides. And a bunch of rum. It was pretty awesome, and a night in a theme room has been on my wish list since I was 6.
I also ate bean sprouts and sushi. I mean, of course.
Whatever. It apparently happens 50-60% of first pregnancies. I wasn’t event particularly late, it’s just that I know my body very, very well and can identify changes. A life time of illnesses and a decade with digestive issue make me pay a lot of attention to how I feel, all the time. hoping to be pregnant made me even more vigilant. (Also, the heartburn, gas, ginormous boobs that I couldn’t fit in to my coat, bloating and ladypart twinges were pretty clear.) So that happened and we’ll try again in a few weeks and go from there.
On thing it did make me think about is telling people when we are sucessfully expecting. I told my closest girlfriends (and the internet) about losing it as soon as it happened, basically. ANd I’m glad I did. Support was instant and needed. But. The thought of telling my mother? NO. No. Am I allowed to tell my friends before family? Can I tell his supportive family before I tell my mother? Please? I know I’m borrowing problems here, but it is a worrying one. She’s … a challenge. One I don’t relish dealing with…