I can’t make up my mind if the first trimester of pregnancy flew by or dragged.

Here’s what I remember from these three months.

• the moment the little cross appeared, unmistakeable and immediate, in the display window on the test
• hellishly sore boobs
• not being sick, hurrah!
• wanting to tell everyone – and we did tell close friends well before the twelve week mark
• the metallic taste
• losing the craving for [any food] as soon as we have some in the house
• being completely repulsed by red meat
• stuffing myself with Marmite on toast for exactly ten days then reverting to loathing it
• slightly regretting throwing out all my ‘fat’ clothes when we moved house as they would have been grand as maternity clothes
• everyone saying we were ‘quick off the mark’ getting pregnant just after our wedding – I remind them I’m old
• the delight of early scans at 6, 8 and 10 weeks – fried egg, mini human, dancing baby stage
• unremittingly itchy back and one cracked, Sahara-level dry hand
• getting increasingly excited about finding out if it’s a boy or a girl
• immense gratitude to friends who are donating baby stuff
• low level but persistent tiredness which refuses to ease off
• the constant and loud brain ticker of I’m-pregnant-I’m-pregnant-I’m-pregnant of the early days
• utter glee at not having to change the cat litter
• the excitement on my parents’ face when we told them over Skype
• the first gentle butterfly flickers – this morning

That’s just for starters. Wondering what’s coming in round two.