I feel like I'm being punished for something - I was all chirpy for the first nausea/sickness free day all week, going out for coffee and cake with my mum, then I go and knock half of my front tooth out! It was only a veneer after a roller blade accident when I was 13, but I now have a fang and need an emergency dental appointment.
DH nearly found himself out on his ear yesterday, after several discussions that we would under no circumstances tell people the names we are considering (I don't want their input/judgement) he told his nut job of a mother yesterday because he forgot!! He was very apologetic, but I was still close to killing him as obviously her first response was that she didn't like the name. If he'd accidentally told anyone else I wouldn't mind so much, but that woman is just so hateful I would much rather she didn't know there was a baby at all!