The first three months were peppered with nausea and trying to keep the information under wraps. It was so hard for me, and I have to admit that it slipped out during a conversation or two with doctors at work.
The first scan went well and while I didn't understand all the medical elements in French, I noted the words "normal" and "absence d'anomalies" and they reassured us that things were progressing nicely.
I'm really enjoying the pregnancy now, I'm well into maternity clothes, the bump is obvious to people and I don't just look fatter, and best of all, the nausea has subsided. For some strange reason I still can't stomach lettuce, but everything else is fine. I'm hoping it'll keep going like that, but I know from the advice of others that by the middle of the 7th month I'm going to be more like a beached whale than a woman with a nice rounded little bump.
So today is the moment of truth, we find out if we're going to be dealing with a franglais or a fraglaise. I don't know what to hope for, I know how to talk to little girls, but boys later I think are easier to deal with. We'll see...