Today I left the office to take a nap after lunch because I was hit by a huge wave of nausea and exhaustion. I've been feeling nauseous on and off for the last week. Aunt Flo hasn't arrived for her scheduled visit. I'm hoping Flo would either show up in the next couple of days or skip town for the next nine months. I'm going to a wedding on Saturday so I have to take a test if Flo hasn't shown up by then to know if I have to skip wine, but I decided to wait until Friday to do it. It's only been two months since I stopped taking the Pill, so Flo might just be confused about her schedule and I don't want to mess with my feelings by taking a test too soon.

Getting a positive pregnancy test now would be very good timing: with the pandemic cancelling most social events and working from home being recommended, keeping it secret in the beginning would be fairly easy. First ultrasound would be done just before husband's 30th birthday (so we wouldn't have to hide it if having a party was possible considering covid) and the bump wouldn't be too big yet to make moving to the new apartment in December difficult. It would also be safe to share the news before Christmas, so it could be taken into consideration in menu planning - our traditional Christmas menu is mostly different forms of raw fish and it would be impossible to wiggle out of feasting on that without everyone noticing. To top it off, the due date would be in June so likely before heat waves making things too uncomfortable.

Yeah, I'd be pretty excited if this was really happening. I'm still pretty sure it isn't and Flo has just lost her calendar. Still freaking out a little here.