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It hasn't set in yet.  As DH was getting ready for work, I bluntly said "I'm pregnant."  He'd already gotten the news yesterday.

It seems strange to be saying it.  The last time I could say I was pregnant, I had a bowling ball moving inside of me and was carrying 28 extra pounds of weight.  While I'm still unfortunately carrying some of that weight, there's no bowling ball.

I feel passably okay, at least compared to the wonder of that 3rd trimester.  Well, aside from some continuing queasiness and a general feeling of being out of sorts.  I'm experiencing a hot flash as I type this.  Won't my red cheeks be a giveaway that something is up?

We Skyped with DH's dad and stepmom last week.  Later in the week, his dad mentioned that something had been bothering them.  "Is Bugsy pregnant?" he asked.  Apparently his stepmom noticed my flushed colouring.  That was at 4DP5DT.

My goal is to not overthink this pregnancy.  I was a wreck for...well, pretty much the entire 9 months of Bug's pregnancy.  I recently read that moms who conceive through ART generally are pretty anxious throughout, worried that something will go wrong.  That was me to a T.  One of my personal goals is to enjoy the pregnancy more than I could with Bug's.  It's hard to do when jacked up on progesterone and estrogen, that's for sure.

Sweet Guy is fast asleep in my lap.  That's one aspect of HCG I adore.