The most difficult thing is not to race round telling everyone our news. I was never any good at secrets. We have to wait until 12 weeks. At the moment I'm 4 weeks and 5 days, so there is a long way to go.
I have also realised that I won't be about to drink of 9 months. The last glass of wine I have was really nasty, I wish I had known it was going to be my last because I would have drank something good. Tonight I have Katie round. She has just lost her job in Brighton and is going round to get to drown her sorrows with me. So John and I have come up with a plan, the same plan with be enforced on my birthday BBQ. We are going to stock up on Shloer and grape juice. John is going to pretend to drink it, I will pretend to drink wine and we are going to do a sneaky swap. hopefully Katie will be a few glasses ahead of me to realise.