I found out at 13 weeks and 5 days. I felt like I was robbed of the first 3 months of my pregnancy, and it flew by too quickly for me. I had an easy pregnancy, so I enjoyed every moment of the last sixish months of it, watching in awe as my body really started to change around the 4-month mark. Only felt over it when I hit my due date (Mother’s day of that year, so it felt extra special) and my son didn’t want to come just yet. I was excited to meet him and didn’t want to wait any longer. 🥲