The news is out, everybody is very excited, and the advice is rapidly flooding in.
I am smiling and nodding so much i must look like a demented nodding dog.
I have also created a monster by giving DP a pregnancy book for dads. I was hoping it would stop him from going and discussing all my pg symptoms with MIL and SIL, from tiredness ("she should drink guinness, she's prob anaemic") to wind ("Mum said it's perfectly normal you farting all the time, Aunty Therese was the same!"). I also believe that they are behind the "cats will try and smother your baby" panic.
Sadly said book has dredge another load of perilous subtances to our PFB, from smoked salmon to him scrutinising all cheese in fridge.
I am planning to accidentally kick said book under bed and pray it stays lost.
But what about all the other tides of advice? Do you get it too? or do i look like a preganancy dunce? Am i already a shit mother and i don't even realise?