So, at 12 weeks we are fine and dandy. The NT scan went well, and my doctor is getting more aggressive about staying on top of my nausea. He wants me to come in more than once a month until it's better. I love this practice. The doctors I've rotated with so far are like wise, kind grandfathers. Minus the Werther's. Perfect.
My mother-in-law, oblivious as she sometimes inadvertently is, wants me to make a bunch of phone calls to family to tell them (this, after I asked her if she could call some people since I have so many to call or email overall). Blech. I would be fine with NOT sharing this far and wide for a while longer, but I'm popping out of my pants, anyway (making it harder to hide), so I may as well get it over with. Don't I sound enthused? I just don't want people bugging me about it all the time, giving me assvice, or asking questions I don't feel like answering (I've already had to explain to a few people why we don't want to find out the gender before birth -- because we don't fucking want to, that's why!). I guess I want more time to cope with all the changes and the reality of it before other people get involved. Control freak much?
On a deliberately unrelated note, I need to get my blogging ass in gear and try to post something marginally interesting one of these days. Promises, promises. I have some ideas that may or may not be funny, but they crack my shit up, so hey.