It still doesn’t quite feel like I’m pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I still have the bloating/tenderness, and whooboy is there a lot of fatigue. But it just mostly feels like being tired, not like being pregnant.

I am incredibly happy that I have the luxury of taking a nap in the afternoon when I am feeling tired, and can sleep for 8 to 10 hours at night. Housekeeping is taking a back seat at the moment, but it’s hard to describe how exhausted I have been feeling. It’s not too horridly impacting, but only because I’ve got the time for it.

My doctor appointment was yesterday, and it was nothing more than blood draws, urine samples, and a couple of questions. I asked about providers and she noted that an OB or a midwife would be just fine. Nothing in my medical history makes me a high risk, so find where I want to deliver, and find a provider who has privileges there. I’m very much in favor of a midwife, and open to a birth center, but Jason is not so down on the idea of going somewhere that doesn’t offer the option of an epidural or other pain killers. (He quoted Susan in Coupling: “GET. ME. A FUCKING EPIDURAL!” :P)

It’s also horridly weird to not be able to tell anyone. I have told my health providers and my yoga teacher (because I was doing things a lot differently in class this past week, and realized that it’d be a lot easier to just let her know). But I’m not really sure when I want to tell anyone else. I’m thinking that I want to wait until I see a heartbeat (and, of course, I don’t really want repeat ultrasounds), because it still doesn’t entirely seem real to me, and I worry about telling people and then bad things happening, but who doesn’t.