Whoa, hey, I’m pregnant!
If you missed the last post or missed all my tweetering about it, there you go.
Babymeat v2.0 is currently baking in Le Belly Oven.
I haven’t decided how much of this pregnancy I’ll publicly keep track of. I may randomly tweet nonsense like “Oh, hey, I’m in my second trimester!” or “Oh, we’re having a <gender>” but I’m not sure beyond that. I feel a little more chill about this one.
But the stuff I know so far:
I am nearly 10 weeks – due sometime in mid-September. Yes, I have a due date but I’m ignoring it because what baby comes on their due date. Honestly.
I’m nauseous like whoa. Ginger tea and jolly ranchers are saving my life at the moment.
I’m already kinda showing which is weird because I didn’t show until 15ish weeks with Olivia.
I have a kickass midwife and Olivia loves her so that’s a huge plus in my book since she’s so shy. Olivia, not the midwife.
Yes, we’ll find out and share the sex.
We’re probably going to keep the name to ourselves so please don’t hound us about it. I PROMISE you’ll find out eventually.
I can’t wait until Stephen starts getting regular paychecks again because I need warm-weather maternity clothing and that’s a perfect excuse to go shopping. Leggings and dresses! Whee!
I also can’t wait until we move into our own place so I can nest. I’m getting the crazies not having more than two rooms for all our crap. Yes, crap. Did I mention there will be a Goodwill purge? NOTHING IS SAFE!
Except maybe the dog. *side-eyes dog*
So, there’s the skinny, the haps, the deets. I’m pretty low-key about the whole thing. I have enough on my plate with Olivia and trying to get this book published and maybe starting to write a new one. However, I will answer any specific questions as long as it’s something Stephen and I have agreed we’re sharing with the public.