Life is going on around us. No-one at work knows and I can't say, yet. I want to scream it out loud.
I told my Dad and Liz yesterday and they were so very excited. It was brilliant to hear that and to be excited with them too.
I feel like I'm carrying an egg through a train station during rush hour, keeping you safe from bumps and pushes. It's scary. Are you safe in there? Are you OK? Last night I was feeling pains in my lower stomach. Was that you implanting? Clinging on tight?
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