One of the nicest things about the last month has been finally being able to tell everyone the news. As well as lots of congratulations and a couple of very cute little hand knitted cardigans this has had an extra unexpected bonus! A number of our London friends have responded to the news by inviting us round for lunch or dinner. We aren't sure if this is because they don't think they will ever see us again after July or if they are just keen to get me as fat as possible as quick as possible, but either way we're quite happy to accept free food. So as it stands we currently have 5 such meals lined up, sweet! However we still have plenty of availability should anyone else wish to join in, we may even consider traveling beyond zone 2 if you ask really, really nicely ;O)
This does tho bring up an issue, I suddenly find there are things I can't eat. So all these poor friends making kind offers, find they suddenly have a demanding dinner guest. I'll eat pretty much anything normally, I once ate several live ants while in the Amazon, they were Lemon ants and tasted, well, lemony. Sadly tho one of the first things my GP did was instruct me to look at the FSA's web page for the pregnant:
In summery what this says is that all fun food is banned, basically anything with even the slightest chance of giving you food poisoning, including rare meet, partially cooked eggs and all my favourite stinky, mouldy cheeses (no mention of amazonian lemon ants tho). Now I've never had food poisoning from any of these things before and I guess the chances are very small, but it's only for 8 months (I ate pretty much all of them in the month before I knew I was pregnant) and it's really nothing compared to the restrictions some friends/family face owing to much less welcome medical conditions, so I am being good. But oooh I'm going to have a massive rare steak sandwich oozing with Stilton as soon as this is over, and if one more patronising bloomin waiter says "don't worry dear, there won't be any blood" in response to my request for well done roast beef, he will feel the full fury that can only come from the pregnant, hormonal and hungry!
PS. I've decided to start putting how many weeks I am on each post for future reference. For the uninitiated 16+3 means 16 weeks and 3 days (I'm not convinced about how accurate that is but it's how the hospital seem to count).