I’m still keeping quiet about my pregnancy. From what I understand, the whole thing isn’t really “solid” until after the first trimester. And I wouldn’t like to spread the good news, only to have to tell everyone a few weeks later that, oops, we’re not having a baby after all. So I’m going to wait another month.

But of course I myself think about it all the time. When I was trying to conceive, my thoughts kept coming back to the topic of babies all the time. Daily, several times over. I was counting days, and thinking about my pills, and sex, and so on. I have to say, it’s nicer to ruminate about a baby than about wanting a baby. Now I think about the time of year when Blump the Second will be born, and how big I will be in February when we’ll be attending a wedding, and what will Ingrid think, and will I need to buy new clothes again because last time I mostly needed summer clothes, and who will take care of Ingrid while I’m giving birth, and how long will I stay home with the baby, and so on.

Lies beget lies, and hiding one thing leads to having to hide other things, too. Since I haven’t told people I’m pregnant, I can’t explain at work why I need to take a morning off (to have that first meeting with the pre-natal care clinic). I can’t mention my flu shot (which I got yesterday, together with Ingrid) because they’re only available for risk groups and children at this point, and I got mine only because I was pregnant. Gah, I wish this month could pass faster.