Week 12: Anyone home?

11 weeks.

So I have a little more belly than usual and I get tired a lot. And some other symptoms that don’t bear blogging about.

What sucks is that this early, there’s really no other way to know I’m pregnant. It’s still probably a good 6-8 weeks before I feel anything from the baby, maybe more because I’m large, and about as long until the 2^nd ultrasound (and the genetic tests which will probably only freak me out (we’re avoiding any invasive tests unless everything else shows they’re necessary, though…)). Maybe we’ll get to hear the heartbeat at the end of this week, and maybe not. The four weeks between prenatal appointments seems to be just about long enough to lose faith that there’s still a little person growing in there, and I think still not having much of a social network in Denver makes that harder (most of this is admittedly my fault, but I’ve never been one for random social outings, and finding a peer group at 35 really does suck…), since it’s not like I have a bunch of girlfriends around to get giddy about it with me.

The mood swings aren’t helping with this at all, as you might guess I’m sure it’ll all be fine when I go to my 12-week appointment Friday, but I seriously need to get a life so that I’m too busy to be so pessimistic or to freak out so often…