I bend over to tie my shoes, and I am instantly out of breath. Black and white spots dance before my eyes, and my heart thumps dangerously heavy in my chest – oh yes, I’m pregnant.
It hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
We have received so many lovely messages, Jo has bought me flowers, my mother has already crocheted a baby blanket, it is all so wonderful… but part of me still feels as if it isn’t real.
In spite of my disbelief, pregnancy symptoms have started rolling over me like a speeding train. My sense of smell is suddenly at bloodhound level. I need to breathe past the people on the tram, their scents of smoke, coffee breath, sweat, feet, uuugh. I walk past a bin on a street with a rotting banana in it and start gagging. I have to hold my breath when opening the fridge.
You’d think all of that would leave little doubt that there really is a little baby Sunshine growing… but still I am apprehensive for that important first scan.