And there was much rejoicing

Made the big announcement today.  Everyone was supportive and excited.  I was afraid I would get at least a little bit of "aren't you too old for that?"  But, I suspect most of my friends and co-workers don't know how old I actually am and my family just would never do that.

Today marks 12 weeks.  According to one of the three counting systems I've seen discussed, I'm moving into the second trimester now.  That's good news because it means the risk of miscarriage is way, way down.  But, you never know what is going to happen in this world, and I've seen bad things happen later in pregnancies too.  No use dwelling on the worst-case scenario.  Especially since there's little I can do to prevent the worst from happening.  I can eat right, exercise, and do all the correct things and still get some random genetic fluke.  Best not to dwell on those possibilities.

My NT scan came back "normal," although they did not give me the complete numbers.  I had the first trimester genetic screening as well, but it will be a week or so before I get those results.  I am trying hard to stay optimistic and confident.  It's amazing that I'm doing as well as I am, considering that I'm completely off my depression meds.  Go, go functional me!