I am constantly stunned at how fast time goes by. It seems like Christmas was a week ago, now it is St. Patrick's Day. I am already 13 weeks pregnant. I have already had 2 ultrasounds with another one scheduled in a couple of weeks. That was really a fun experience. I have never seen one of my babies so early on and I am just amazed at how the little guy/girl looks like a full-fledged baby in such a short time and only being slightly less than 3 inches long! I am still feeling pretty good and my appetiite is good which has me a little worried. In the past, I have always lost weight from being naseous and this time, I am not really afflicted, so no loss. I tend to break even on the weight with the baby gettin bigger as I get (a little) smaller. No such luck so far. The only thing I know is that it is getting harder to do cruches in the gym.
I have been keeping the whole pregnancy thing kind of quiet for a multitude of reasons, but hubby told daughter #2, the 10 year-old, that she could start telling all her friends tomorrow. I don't know how to feel about that. For one thing, I find it a little hard to believe that anyone is really going to care. And for another, I just don't want my "normal" to end. Once everyone knows you are pregnant, no one looks at you the same. They have to wait out the time along with you and then it becomes a case of "when are you ever going to have this baby?" I really like the idea of keeping it quiet a while longer at least. Eventually, it will become evident, but I can hide for a while longer and people will just assume I have gone off my diet. Sad that that is preferable to me isn't it?
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