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The Big Reveal

So me and D are off on our jollies in the wee small hours and before we left the country for 10 days I really wanted to let our nearest and dearest know our news.  We got in touch with them all over the weekend and it was lovely to hear how pleased and supportive everyone is.

 I'm currently 11 weeks and 2 days pregnant.  Sounds weird when putting it down like that as apart from a massive increase in my boob size, and some bloating there's no physical evidence that there's a sproglet in there.

 Those who have known me a number of years will know how happy this makes me.  A child is something I've always wanted and in recent years I had genuinely started to believe that it wasn't going to happen.  Just goes to show the best things come to those who wait.

 Obviously it's early days and I've a long way to go and a lot to learn, but I've no doubt that before I know it I'll be on maternity leave and counting down the days for our arrival.

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  1. tsgeiss3 September 2013 at 02:40

    Oh Tara! So I am sleeplessly stumbling through FB and read your entry directing me to this page... And now I lie here tearing because I am so happy for you xoxox Such sweet news in The middle of The night! I wish you all the Best and am totally convinced that something cute will be the result :-D Big hugs and congrats from your 'old' German friend Tina oxoxoxox

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