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.
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