Well, gentle reader, it's time. Given one of my sweet, well-meaning friends at work today told me I looked "good but tired" and tonight I realized I had my elastic-band pants on backwards all day at work, it's time to admit something:
I'm pregnant with baby #2!
Yes, it's true - double the kid stories from here on out and double the fun. Now I can tell you allllllllllllllllllll about my pregnancy highs and lows. How Jack has started imitating my morning sickness routine (throwing his hands over his mouth and saying he might "fro up") and my current quest to find the perfect mocktail...my constant tiredness and my moodiness (I cried so hard at the end of Forrest Gump, which I've seen a million times, that I got sick)...aren't you excited?
I know we are!
We got pregnant our first month of trying. I'm due March 7 and today marks week 15. Besides God and my husband, I'd also like to thank my "smart" phone. Yes, we have an app for that - I had a fertility tracker, which for all intents and purposes, pretty much worked to the tee!
All old wives' tales are pointing toward a girl - I'm carrying high; I've been sick as sick can be; and the fetal heartbeat is high. But we won't be sure until late-October and will be blessed either way.
So that's my news. Now go get me some mashed potatoes and a chocolate milkshake...