This is bloody ridiculous, it's day 41 and I've already had morning sickness. Today 5 o'clock and as I came to work I had to run to a faraway restroom so no-one would hear my not-so-feminine-sounds. It's like 229 days until the offspring comes out. The Offspring is sesame seed sized now. I read that somewhere. GAAA.

I was sooooo tired last night I missed my weekly excercise. But I had to go for a walk with hubby and dogs, I would die if I didn't move my fat ass before the birth.

Hubby want's to tell the whole world we're expecting! His cheeks are smiling all the time. I know he's happy. He says he's happy 'cause he sees me happy. Well, I'm happy 'cause he's happy so there we have a loop. So we're maybe telling my father next weekend and hubby's parents the next. I wanted to tell my mother asap but she is somewhat a question mark. We have a family reunion in the shape of doggie welcome party (hubby's uncle and their family took on a pair of homeless dogs) coming in couple of weeks so I know she'd be there all over me and telling everyone she'd be a grandma soon. Goddamnit mom... I need you to shut up about it. I know she doesn't know this yet but I already see myself saying shut up. Hubby's parents though...they're a piece of something else. I know I can rely on them. My sweet little four-pawed babies have been in daycare at hubby's parents and I really can trust their doggy-caring abilities. Hooray for my in-laws!