I'm wearing the belly band.

And thus far one person has inquired about my pregnancy... hehe

I feel like I am causing rumours, but no one would dare ask me (except Heidi who caught me in the change room at the gym taking it off.)

I am feeling better about being pregnant. We're closer to breaking the secret and I am ready to stop hiding everything. I know its important in the first few months, but it seems like old news. I have know about little 'Zilla for 2 months. I don't want to keep it a secret anymore.

Tonight we're sharing the news with the Austmans, last night I told Solstice and she will spread the word to my brother and his family. Facebook still doesn't know, but I would like to keep it that way as long as possible. I like the looks distant friends give when they see me after months and I have a belly. hehe.

My Dad knows.... did I tell you? I told him on Sunday and he acted as most many do. He said very little, offered a quiet congratulations and changed the subject. My Dad isn't the type to jump up and down. I knew he was excited when he took a phone call and the first thing he said was 'My daughter is pregnant.' It was very sweet and I think he is looking forward to being a more hands on Grandparent. My brother and the kids don't get up to my Dad's nearly as often as he would like... they do live 5 hours away.

We also told our friends this past weekend... I slipped it into a conversation about pets, in which everyone asked why Richard and I are yet to own a pet (the rest have dogs and cats). I told them the story of the Goldfish... I wanted a cat, but Richard knew my interest was usually short lived. He got me a goldfish and told me if I kept it alive he would get me a hamster... if I kept that alive we could talk about a cat. The fish died in less than 24 hours. I didn't get a hamster or a cat. This sparked a lot of jokes and in the mist of the conversation I said 'Well, we have about 6 months to figure out his whole parenting thing.' the conversation continued for a beat. Then I was asked 'What did you say?' I repeated and they all screamed. The girls first... the guys took a second to register. They all congratulated us and started planning the next cottage party with baby Zilla.

We still have to tell Richard's aunt Cindy, but that is happen on Sunday and our good friend Ian. Then its public knowledge and there is no more secrets. I can't wait.

As for 'Zilla and I... we're working on our relationship. I feel less nauseous most of the time, but still pukey at least once a day. I started getting migraines, but I don't pee in the night as often. Which is lovely. I feel less tired and more up for nights out. I have a small belly, but it looks more like a beer guy than a baby bump.

Tomorrow we are 12 weeks.... tomorrow we start our second Trimester and it already feels too soon.

On Tuesday, we will get to hear little 'Zilla's heart beat... I can't wait.

I have a pile of work to do... I need to stop rambling.

Love!