Once you have discovered you are growing a human you have to actually let people know. The question is when? Society tells you to wait until your 12 week scan in case something goes wrong but if something does go wrong you will want the love and support of those around you. So what do you do? Me and Ed told the select few, mostly relatives and those who sniffed it out like a blood hound. My first "I can't lie for toffee moment" came when I had a phone call from a friend who calls me several times a day and often speaks in a variety of accents to jazz up the chat. (Pick which ever accent you like to read the next line) "I keep dreaming you are pregnant, how amazing would that be?" Oh shit how do I respond? Laugh it off? Say nothing? Change the subject? She will be able to sniff out my awkwardness, read the absolute panic in my mind. After literally 2 seconds of silence trying to figure out my response she shouts  (again in any accent you wish)

In August 2017 I discovered I was pregnant, something I was convinced I would never do. I struggled to look after myself on a daily basis let alone a teeny tiny human. Suddenly I reverted back to being 13 years old and worrying I had done something bad. Don't get me wrong I had been married over a year and with my husband since 2008 but still I felt like I had a secret I needed to confess. The fear of confessing to my mother (who was desperate for a grandchild) was overwhelming - no bloody idea why!  Ed (my poor, exhausted husband) did not know what to do with me especially seen as being pregnant wasn't a surprise. My poor little, over-dramatic brain was flapping constantly. We found out our lives were going to  change drastically the day before we flew to Ibiza for a quiet couple of days of drinking sangria before returning to work. Ibiza was quiet but sangria was not enjoyed, neither was the food as I was petrified about confessing my sins! Nobody, literally nobody,