A and I have decided to wait until the end of the first trimester to tell ‘everyone’. Our immediate family and a couple friends know that I am pregnant, but it’s getting harder to hide as I am getting bigger (and I don’t really want people thinking I’m getting fat).
So I find myself continuing to ask A if I can tell. To which he keeps responding, I thought we were waiting until the end of February. We are, but it’s so much harder than I though.
One year ago yesterday we put Jack down. I could have never imagined I would still be so heart broken about it. I look at pictures of him and it feels like he was never even part of our lives. Having E love dogs so much seems to make it that much worse as I know he would have adored Jack.
Also, the lack of pets in our house doesn’t help. If we had adopted another creature, I think it would be easier to cope. But alas, nothing living here but us humans. After the move I’m hoping for some fish for E.
Last night K and I finished Sophie’s Choice. One of the more enjoyable AFI we have watched. It was also completely depressing. It was one of those movies that is worse watching if you are a parent.
It’s interesting how becoming a parent changes your views in so many ways. I would have never thought it would make me even more emotional (I was already quite a bit emotional) when watching movies.
