How things are going so far

In 2 more days I will be 10 weeks along in this pregnancy.  At this point we have only told our parents and 2 of our neighbors.  I am one of those that wants to wait until the first trimester is over before we publish it to everyone we know.
I just have a few things on my mind today.  In June I took over my friend's Zumba classes while she went on her maternity leave.  The week after I started teaching 2 classes per week, I found out I was pregnant.  We had been trying to conceive for several months so I was ecstatic to see the positive pregnancy test.  But immediately I started to worry.  It takes twice as much energy and stamina to teach a class as it does just to participate, so thoughts of miscarrying due to such strenuous exercise began to creep in my mind. I talked to my doctor's assistant about it and she assured me that since my body was already used to the exercise that everything would be fine.  I still worried because my body was only used to attending 3-4 classes a week, not teaching them.  Curt also assured me that exercise is really good during pregnancy and that the baby will be ok.
Furthermore, I had committed to teaching another instructors classes for 4 weeks while she went on vacation, starting the last week in June and ending the 3rd week in July (I committed before I got pregnant).  So now I was looking at 4 classes a week (2 in one day I might add) starting at week 6 of my pregnancy.  That is when I started to get really sick during my last pregnancy so I was super nervous about what I'd gotten myself into.  I began to pray that I'd be able to be strong and not have to run out of class to puke while I was teaching.
Well, those 4 weeks are over and I'm actually feeling really good.  I have been slightly nauseous, and I have a lot of food aversions, and I have to eat every couple of hours, but I've only puked twice and I feel way better than I did with Kambria.  Teaching has proved to be difficult, but only because I'm fatigued and don't have as much energy as I would otherwise.  Part of me is sighing in relief, saying "I am so blessed that I haven't been super sick" and the other part of me is worrying like crazy saying "I'm supposed to be a lot sicker than this...is something wrong?"   Next Tuesday I'm going to have the first ultrasound and I am really looking forward to seeing/hearing a heartbeat to calm some of my nerves.  I'm so grateful to be pregnant at this time in my life.  Even though it took some time, it just feels like this is the right time for us to have another baby.  It's a testimony to me that Heavenly Father is in charge.
Another thing that's been weighing on my mind and heart ever since I got pregnant is that there are a few women whom I love and care so much about who are going through the trial of infertility.  I conceived after 9 months of trying, which is nothing compared to what so many couples out there go through.  It was a very humbling experience.  I know only a teeny tiny bit of what they feel like after being unsuccessful at getting pregnant and it breaks my heart into a thousand pieces to think of how it must feel to deal with such a challenge month after month after month after year after year.  I wish that I could somehow lighten this burden and make everything better, but I just don't have that power.  I am trying my best to be supportive and compassionate and I pray every day that these women may be strengthened in this trial and blessed with children when the time is right.
I know I said it before, but I'm going to say it again, and probably a hundred more times in the coming months: I am very humbled and grateful to be pregnant.  There's something magical about having a baby and I cannot wait to have another one of my own.