mood: expectant | drinking: nothing with caffeine or alcohol in it
So I’ve been hiding a big secret from a whole lot of people for about 13 weeks now.
Yep. I’m knocked up. In the family way. I’m in the pudding club. Got a bun in the oven.
Said bun is currently named “Bean.” And no, we don’t yet know if Bean has a frank. And yes, we will be finding that out at some point in the next 6 weeks or so.
We’ve been told that Bean will greet the world on or around September 1st. I already have two people with their money on August. Either way, we’ve got a Virgo baby. I’ve been told this is a good thing. I’m not extremely well educated about my horoscope, so I’ll just cross my fingers.
I don’t have a big bump yet, just a small one, and so sometimes it’s hard to believe that this is all real. That’s what this is for:
See? Proof of life.
Boy and I are pretty excited about the whole thing. After the miscarriage last October, we kind of put any ideas of having a baby away on a shelf. We decided to put the brakes on the whole trying to get pregnant thing and do some soul-searching about what we really wanted.
I guess we didn’t apply the brakes very hard, because that’s about the time that Bean joined us.
I know that in about 6 months our lives will change in ways we can’t even imagine. So I’m not trying to imagine it. I’m just eating my saltines and apricots (yes, Bean loves the stone fruits) and taking each day as it comes. So far, so good.
Then we’ll see how tomorrow goes.
I’ve been writing a lot about the whole thing privately, and I may post a bit of that here soon. But don’t worry, I don’t believe the world needs another mommy blog.
I’m still me, after all. Just slightly, um, enhanced…
-Lo, who is officially up the duff.