Today I am ten weeks pregnant. I have to say, I wish I could go to the doctor every couple days or so, because I am so terrified that something is going to go wrong. It would be nice to be able to pop in every third day, have them do a quickie ultrasound or whatever, and just plain reassure me that everything is fine. I guess, though, insurance probably wouldn't cover that. I'd be willing to pay out of pocket.

It would probably be cause for alarm if I wasn't anxious about this whole thing, though, knowing as we know that I am no stranger to paranoia. I will say, though, that I have great moments of confidence, of looking at my profile with my little protuding baby bump (I have one now! It's small, but it's there!) and just feeling like everything's going to be a-okay. I am waiting for my next appointment, which is after Christmas and after my twelve week mark, before I sing the news from the roof tops, so to speak. I'll be honest, most people do know, but it's still under wraps at work, and I know leaking out the news is going to be kind of a big deal. So, before I do that, I want that 12/13 week appointment to confirm that all is on track, and then I can breathe an extra huge sigh of relief and spill the beans.

It's very boring to be pregnant, though, especially if drinking normally factors pretty heavily into your extra-curricular activities. I will say, though, I barely miss my nightly /semi-nightly glasses /bottles of wine. I've gotten into a routine that involves replacing a glass of wine with a mug of milk. It sounds like it wouldn't even be close in terms of satisfying me, but things change pretty quickly when you have the fear of God injected to you. I guess you should probably replace the phrase "fear of God" with "semen of husband." Anyway, you know what I'm getting at.

I love how boring life is, though. It's a good kind of boring, a boring with a purpose. Plus I'm exhausted by eight pm anyway, so it's not like I'm super antsy and wanting to be out and about. It's nice, too, to be pregnant during the winter months when everyone's hibernating anyway. The timing of this whole thing? Must say, it couldn't have worked out any better.