TGIT!!!

Just one more day until the weekend!
Today I day-dreamed of being a housewife. With a maid. To take some of the workload off of wifey. All I want to do is nap all day long. I'm so tired I don't function properly.
By 3 o clock my day at work is over. I'm all spent. Then I have to simulate working for 2 more hours until I can go home, And it's not like I was up to speed to begin with.

The nausea has settled slightly. I'm still nauseous, but not 24/7. It gets worse when I don't constantly eat (clementines are my new addiction), when I'm tired or when I feel stressed.

One of the few collegues at work who knows I'm pregnant calls the baby Roy. She says it can be the new unisex name, kind of like Kim or Robin.

We talk in code, something like this;
Me; I had lunch with Roy today!
Collegue; That's nice, what did you have?
Me; Roy had a strong request for grated carrots and spinach. I had to go home and start peeling.
Collegue; Roy does have a particular taste. Is Roy still keen on nyponsoppa?

Me and wifey has a secret name for baby. It feels safest to keep it a secret, eventhough we're almost done w week 12 and the greatest risk of misscarriage should be over by now. It was my grandmothers nickname as a small child and it sounds great with wifeys last name.
I'm gonna change my last name to wifeys too. When I get around to it...
We should also try to get a bigger place. But somehow finding an appartment and moving does not seem doable right now.
Wifey works 17 hrs/day and I'm not much of a work asset as it were.

I don't think I look pregnant yet, but my shape has def. change, all my tops keep sliding up over my belly when I'm sitting down. But I actually lost weight. I'm not really worried as I constantly eat, and also have a lot of reserves for baby to live off of.
However, my tits made me cringe when I saw them in the bathroom mirror at work today. Whatever you do sisters, don't wear a pushup bra while pregnant! Unless you want someone off the street to offer you a job in adult entertainment. Atomic tities took on a whole new meaning.
Luckily the fall fashion in Sweden is filled with tunics, huge sweaters and cardigans as wide as circus tents.
There is still hope to keep Roy undercover until after salary negotiations. I think I can get away with faking obesity.