Haven't posted in a while...getting annoyed with the spam comments. Helloooo people, no one reads this blog, you're wasting your tiiiime!! :P

Anyway...

I just passed that 12 week mark, where you let out a sigh of relief then you freak out realizing you're a third of the way to a new person. I'm feeling well, the you-never-know-when-it's-going-to-hit sickness as I like to call it has gone for the most part. I'm feeling tired but not as much as I was before. I'm in that limbo state where I don't feel really pregnant, and the baby isn't moving, so it's almost hard to believe there's something growing inside me.

I've not got too much going on lately, it's been pretty quiet. We're re-evaluating our plans to hopefully include a larger house than the one we'd already bought. Won't fit four kids and two adults too easily. We're looking forward to Halloween then Thanksgiving then Christmas. I love this time of year, so many good things to look forward to.

I'm still kind of withdrawing into myself and my family, trying to shut out the outside world. Pregnancy always seems to throw me into this worry state; anything and everything makes me worry. From all the natural disasters we've had to my blood sugar, it's all driving me mad.