(Well, of fetal life – 6 weeks if you’re talking gestational.)

Ok, I’ve discovered at least one reason why I’d be ok with telling people sooner, rather than later – I want to sleep, but social obligations prevent it! The “I’m sorry, I’ve been up for 14 hours and am beat; I need to sleep” thing just doesn’t seem so honest and true if no one knows you’re pregnant.

I’m a little curious how many people have guessed, however, since it’s not like there are no outward signs. Jason commented today that … well, it was a little apparent than my breasts were bigger. Of course, wearing an underwire instead of a sports bra kind of makes most of the difference, but still. He was all the more amused when I made him feel them – I discovered yesterday, they FEEL WEIRD. They fill like water balloons now, not the … well, the way they felt before. I just hope they remember that there’s a good long time ’til they have to start doing anything, though!