So here we are at 12 weeks. “Normal” people would probably be all excited about being safe* to tell people about their impending pregnancy, but of course I’ve told everyone on earth so that’s already handled. Tell everyone: check.

*Safe = lower chances of miscarriage, which is a Thing People Don’t Like to Talk About, but I have a lot of friends who’ve been through it and I hate that people keep it a secret, because it’s got to be so hard. And, sadly, miscarriage can happen anytime, so no one is ever really “safe.”

Here’s my 12 week size comparison:

I liked that better than the apricot or the macaroon options they offered on this app.

Even though I’m Pregnant, I don’t FEEL very pregnant. And going to things like the Baby Expo Babypalooza and showing up last night at a breastfeeding class next to all these VERY pregnant girls is starting to make me feel like an imposter. When I met up with my friend for class last night, I offered her and another girl the seats, saying “I mean, I’m like not even really pregnant.” And in comparison, they’re obviously much further along than I am, but Ashley insisted “you’re just as pregnant! Sit down!”

The class was interesting, for sure. I’m a planner, but not like a long detailed list or read all the books or a consumer report reading planner. I’m a planner like “if I do this right now, then I won’t have to worry about it later.” So that’s why, at 12 weeks, I’ve got a crib set up and most of the nursery “finished.” 

I’m focusing on getting as much done NOW as I can because I foresee being tired and worn out sooner than later – and it can’t hurt to do stuff early.

In other news exciting news, I got the blood test done on my birthday (10/10) and got The Call yesterday morning. The good news is that all the genetic markers looked like low risk on issues – which is as much as they can tell you. 

The girl on the phone was like “did you want to know the gender?” And I, sitting at my desk, said “yeah, sure.” She goes “okay…. Are you ready?!” I cocked and eyebrow and was like “uh, yes?” When she told me my response was “Okay. Thanks.” I got the feeling she was expecting more excitement. Ha ha ha.

So I’m having a tiny get together Saturday for a “gender reveal” which I thought was ridiculous until someone suggested rice krispy treats – at which point I was like “oh, we need to do this for sure.”

Pictures and details to come.