I didn't keep you from it on purpose, there was just never a good time to tell you. And now, well, now it almost seems far past the moment to say this, so here goes. Blog, I am knocked up, with child, expecting, straight up preggers, 16wks now actually, due the end of January.
Z is going to be a big bro. We told him at around 8wks. Naturally his response was to open his eyes really big, open his mouth in shock and then say "how she gonna get outta you belly mommy?!?" I chose to spare him the horrifying details and just said "the doctors will do it" and left it at that, he seemed satisfied. Quickly, he moved on to more pressing matters "she gonna take my toys?!?" These are the things on the mind of an almost-3-year-old. You notice how he's decided it's a girl, for the record, we don't know yet, we find out in 3 weeks, and YES we will be finding out, as IF I could wait in suspense, my internal planner would probably go (more) insane.
So, there it is, it feels much better to have told you. And now that you're in on the big not-so-secret news you can be a part of my ridiculousness. I feel good, I'm past the super-fun nausea, and now, I'm straight up ravenous, like oh-my-GAWD if I don't eat immediately I'm going to pass out, even though I just ate a sandwich kind of hungry, it's crazy. Oh and cravings-wise, CARBS, carbs are my like, super duper BFF. And people, I am NOT a carbs person, but right now, give me a bagel, a loaf of sourdough and a bowl of spaghetti and I'll be a very happy preggo. Crap, now I need a snack, see what happened just there?
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