Things are moving along... slowly. I think there was so much ramp up to this past week... that week 12 went so slowly. On Tues. I'm second trimester. My belly is sticking out a little more. It's still in that awkward soft-odd shaped phase... can't wait until it's round and obvious that I'm preg instead of maybe just big bellied.
C and I went to prenatal yoga yesterday. It was at the place we used to go during IF where C would pick the classes based on avoiding the prenatal class. Now we're a part of that class. So strange. I was for sure the least far along there. And C was the only guy. He got huge props for that from the instructor who said it was great to have a hubby there so he could do some of the soothing techniques at home. I was feeling all cocky for having suck a kick ass husband... and then we did group poses where 3-4 people helped each other. Well, I wasn't a huge fan of C being touched intimately by a bunch of good looking (sure, pregnant bellied, but still, good looking) women. It was a pregnant fetishist's ultimate (not that C is) fantasy.
Anyway... so happy to not be doing butt shots, suppositories, random pills... happy to still be pregnant.