Apparently Orsi sensed that something was up. I sent her a message yesterday about money for the washing machine in the London flat, and she replied saying that she thought I was gonna tell her I was pregnant!
So I figured I might as well tell her. We weren’t gonna tell anyone besides parents for a while, but she would have realised at the marathon anyway. Obviously she was super happy! Feels like everyone around me is super happy, and of course I feel lucky and privileged to be in this situation (I know there are people who really struggle to get pregnant, and there are people who don’t have the great circumstances that I do), but no “euphoria” or super joy.
At the same time it’s fascinates me so much the more I read about the development of the embryo. How all the cells are pre-programmed and how there’s already a tiny (sort of) heart in there.
PS. Cried when someone won at Pointless on the TV and again when I saw a picture of an old Dutch woman voting… Hormones??