Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future

Things continue to move along at a steady pace and for that I am very grateful. But honestly, I have no idea what has come over me that I'm able to keep my spaz-tastic self at bay. I remember all too vividly the way that I used to mentally WILL the clock to keep clicking hours/days during the first trimester of my pregnancy with Jude... But this time it's just very different.

I've had no problems seeing people and not telling them--last time I was bursting at the seams to tell anyone who looked so much as glanced my way. I've been keeping myself occupied and (gasp) sometimes not thinking about it at all.

That said, the secret was let out of the bag last week after a successful NT scan. I went back and forth on whether or not I wanted to post it on Facebook, but in the end decided that I was actually more comfortable with a mass announcement than actually having to tell people. Call me weird, call me crazy, but that's just how my mind apparently is working nowadays.

Like I said, the NT scan was great. The nuchal fold was measuring either 1.1 or 1.5 (they look for anything less than 3) and my bloodwork results will be back in another week or so, but I'm hopeful for good news.



Today marks the 1st day of my 2nd trimester (going by the official 13w3d dating system) and I'm excited to be cruising toward my kidney function ultrasound which is 3 weeks from tomorrow.

Can it really be that I can consider myself out of the woods in 3 weeks? Is this really happening, for real, and for sure? *grabs the light at the end of the tunnel and hangs on for dear life*