Little blastocyst, how quickly you grow!
I've been wrestling with how to write this on here for a really long time. Many super witty ideas and/or segues have long been forgotten, so it looks like I'm just going to boringly spell it out: I'm pregnant.
As much as I wanted to write "I'm knocked up" there, I didn't. Look at my self-restraint! However, I'm also completely incapable of typing "pregnant." I just did it again, and had to backspace it. Every single time, I write "pregnany." It's such an awesome word. And it can't be pronounced "preg-NAN-ny," because there's only one n. So it's more of a "preg-na-NEE," or a "preg-NAY-nee." However you say it, I'm it.
The baby will be seven weeks cooked tomorrow, which includes the free two weeks you get for the first half of your cycle. If it weren't for the brutal nausea (I'm beginning a boycot of the term "morning sickness," because it's all day and all night, non-stop), I'd be thoroughly unconvinced that I'm pregnant. I even had some "scant" (tm, midwife) spotting Saturday morning, which sent me into a serious downward spiral. I thought that was it. It-it. Luckily, it was only scant and totally normal.
Currently, here are the stats: we have a little embryo who keeps trying to convince me she's a girl, but I know better and am sure it's just because of the marketing of all the cute baby girl outfits. I'm due mid-April. According to other people, I'm not showing, but I feel like I am. I stick out a bit (it's probably pure bloat) and my pants totally do not fit. I read to my belly every night. I have to stop certain things halfway through, because I want the baby to love the world and want to join us. Did you know that the majority of American fiction has depressing parts? I am going to stick to children's books and fluffy poetry.
In other news, I just discovered Veronica Mars. I know, I'm a bit late, but there's no love lost. In fact, last night's episode was even kind of bizarre, what with the rave lighting in the school science room and counselor's office, but I'm still completely hooked. Once we're done netflixing the Freaks and Geeks DVDs (I had almost forgotten how funny that show was), I'm going to have to catch up on my backlog. Ideal for when lying down is the only thing that keeps me on the good side of the barf line.
Now that the cat is out of the bag, I'm more likely to post more often. No empty promises, though. Hee.
