I feel terrible.
I was so scared about telling my mum about this pregnancy as she's very negative, a huge worrier and has been very clear that she'd be totally against me having any more children.
Of course, it's not really any of her business, but very stressful nevertheless.
I was going to tell her this morning, but I chickened out as my heart started racing and I felt all sweaty... so basically I just dumped my 3yo there with a copy of "There's a House Inside My Mummy" and ran away to work.
Oh dear. Weak.