Beer Belly Bubs

Tuesday 26th July 2005

Finally I have reconciled myself to being pregnant, (well sort of). I have by now spent so much time in bed and lazing around that I look about 16 weeks pregnant, though I am only about 12.
Even the constant vomiting isn't keeping up with my calorie consumption. I am so tired, and quite pained and have almost forgotten what the outside world looks like. It is time to tell my friends that I am not in seclusion making mad passionate love, (unfortunately).
This is the email I send, I am a bit nervous about informing everyone, I am the last person I ever expected to get pregnant and I get the feeling my family and friend's would agree:

Hello Gang


Hope you are all well & all that jazz.  Just thought that I would let you know that I have got myself knocked up - I know, who'd have thought! We thought that wishful thinking was an appropriate form of contraception, apparently this isn't the case???!


Anyways, I am 12weeks now, and I have already had 4weeks off on bed rest, and now I am on 2 more weeks, so it is a serious inhibitor as far as my social life goes, and not too good for my disposition at all. i.e.instead of an advanced ATV course on the dunes at Stockton Beach for my birthday, I had to settle for a civilised brunch in a cafe (blah).  The baby has been ATV riding, whale & dolphin watching and all that already, however it is bleeding a bit, (yes I know, far too much information), so it is now on orders to do NOTHING. 

Hope you are all well & all that jazz.  Thought I'd let you all know so you can get a good laugh at me, & worry what kind of dreadful alien will be produced by Steve & myself (it is hardly going to be a quiet thing). I hope it isn't too big, I am trying to breed a Walleroo or Black Fern half back!

Lui : )

(& Macushla - the million dollar - troublesome baby).

©Luisa Foliaki – Proud Mumma of MicroMe & MissyMe