I am DYING to tell people at this point and we are holding out as I am 35 and lucky to even get pregnant. We told immediate family. At week 10, I let it slip at a friends pizza party and they said they knew it because they were wondering was was up with my baggy sweater and OH the grape juice I was drinking. At this point I had not even had a sip of something since the day I found out. I had no desire to either. Not a whole lot happened during this time. We went to Lake George to avoid having to see anyone socially when I couldn't tell people. We went on this mega hike and carried a 100 pound Kayak in a mile to this cool mountain pond. (see the pictures on why this was worth the haul). I still did not feel bad and the only "symptom" I was having, was going to bed at 8:30. I am a night owl so this was a switch for me. I had another race, the Salem Devil's chase 666. It was a 6.66 mile race through Salem on Halloween day. Again, my Sherpa husband followed me on his bike and took pictures and had Gatorade. Another great race!
Finally on week 12, I let it spill. We had a good ultra sound and my tests came back OK. There is always a chance of something happening so I let it ride on faith and being calm that all is well.
Photos:
3 Month photo
Devil's Chase photo
The Kayak
The pond we hiked to
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