I must have had it easy first time round with K as I don't remember feeling this sick. Certain smells are guaranteed to get me gagging: bins, aftershave, Lush, and the queasiness lasts all day. I've had to put on a brave face, and lots of make-up, at work to hide what is going on. We've already told my mum, brother, in-laws, Mr's brother and a few friends, but I think because I'm older (I'll be 37 in November) I'm particularly worried about this pregnancy and keep thinking what would happen if something went wrong and how I would tell people. I really need to be more optimistic.
I've been feeling so crappy in the mornings that I already have a London Transport 'Baby on Board' badge. In theory you wear it if it's not blindingly obvious that you have a bump so people can offer you a seat. I feel a bit of a fraud in this respect as I am able to stand perfectly well 95% of the time, it's just when I feel queasy and faint that I really need to sit down. In reality everyone is too engrossed in their free newspapers to notice a pin badge anyway, they probably wouldn't bat an eyelid if Boris Johnson danced naked through the carriage*
On a more positive note we have now got a single bed for K (second-hand of course), and she loves it. It makes the room look tiny, god only knows how we'll get a cot in there too at some point, but it's lovely to be able to snuggle up to her in bed and read her a story. We've asked her if the baby can have her old cot and she said yes. It is so sweet when she goes up to my belly button and says "hello baby", and she's already said she wants a sister... uhh I'll see what I can do.
*Apologies for any mental scarring this image leaves you with
