Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, or, Why the first trimester sucks (11 weeks)

I am eleven weeks pregnant. Pregnant enough to know that I’m having a boy (yes, we did the blood test). Pregnant enough to see that little boy creature skimmy away from the pressure of the sonogram wand. Pregnant enough that buttoning my skinny jeans now causes more than moderate discomfort. Pregnant enough that in my weaker of moments I am overcome with panic that I … Continue reading Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, or, Why the first trimester sucks (11 weeks)