I daresay that 14 weeks is just about the most boring time of pregnancy thus far.  I’m over the first tri yick, I’m feeling pretty confident (knock wood) that this one is sticking, the excitement/fear of finding out is over, and I’m out publicly, so I don’t have to haul out an excuse if I’m seen in the baby section of Target.  The ultrasounds are done until 20 weeks, I have an appointment on Friday for the basic weigh/pee/doppler check. I won’t even have to take off my PANTS.  I’ve gained some weight, but I’m not showing.  I can feel my uterus now, which is weird, but all of that damn TTC/thyroid weight is keeping me from looking like anything but chubby.  I can’t feel movement yet, of course, and that’s probably my next mental milestone, which I imagine will happen about the time I look more pregnant than fat. I figure that will happen around Christmas (when I’ll be 20 weeks).  Anyway, this part is boring. Sigh.