Be careful what you wish for

The worst thing about finding out you're pregnant so early on, is that it's going to make the pregnancy last forever. After some quick calculations today, I've discovered that I'm three weeks pregnant. Note that the doctor's would say I'm five weeks pregnant (which is probably why so many people are 'late'), but given that I can work out exactly when I conceived, I can definitely say that I am only three weeks down. As there are another 37 weeks to go, this was not an inspiring revelation.

More over, it's going to make the first trimester unbearable. First time round, I didn't even figure out that I was knocked up until about eight weeks in. So, by the time I'd been to the doctors and all that jazz, I only had to wait a couple of weeks before I could go public. Perfect. Today, I realised I won't be able to tell people until about the first May bank holiday - which seems like a lifetime away. But I shouldn't really be moaning - we did get lucky right away, and I won't be pregnant over Christmas, so it couldn't have worked out better really.

Given that I can't plan my outfit for a forthcoming wedding, I decided to buy a hat instead. You can't go wrong with a Philip Treacy, so this is what I've bought:

I'm very happy. I know, I know, it's black, but so long as I don't wear a black dress too, I think it should be fine. Black shoes, black bag and I'll be sorted. And I know for definite that I won't grow out of it before the big day, so it's a winner all round.