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June 27, 2007

Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your lovely comments! I have approximately eight million entries that I want to write, now that I’ve spilled the beans, but I’ve got to pack—we’re leaving for Oregon tomorrow, where we’re staying at JB’s family cabin throughout the week of July 4. This is one of those trips where I have to pack practically everything I own to cover the various weather possibilities, plus all the toddler accouterments, and don’t forget the Pregnancy Car Travel Snacks (first item: COOKIES), and the giant box of illegally obtained fireworks, and all I can say is once everything is Tetrised into the truck there is absolutely no room for a second child, so I don’t have a clue what we’re going to do next year. Maybe one kid can ride in the dog box.

I have a few entries scheduled to post over here, so come by and visit if you get a chance. Have a fantastic week, and I’ll talk to you when I get back!

June 26, 2007

I have no idea how I’m expected to keep it a secret for ONE SECOND LONGER that I am pregnant. Seriously. My god, I’m not a machine, people! I can’t possibly wait for weeks on end in order to hit some “it’s okay to tell” milestone because I have to tell you right this goddamned minute or I am going to EXPLODE.

There. Whew. That’s better.

You know what’s kind of funny, in a ‘boy, I sure am a dumbass’ kind of way? I was actually pregnant when I wrote this entry. I mean, barely pregnant, but still. Next up: hubris-filled entries about having—just now!—officially dropped the extra pounds, complete with photos to document my shrinkage! Ha ha haaaaa! Hot damn, my comedic timing knows no limits.

At least one internet calculator thingie predicts a Valentine’s Day due date, so that’s the general timeframe. I’m about seven weeks along. Morning sickness is a much bigger issue this time around, for some mysterious and sucktastic reason. My pants already feel too clingy in the waistline. Yesterday I crumbled graham crackers into a glass of milk and drank the resulting sludge, and it was SO. DAMN. GOOD.

(Yes, I realize the last two items may have something to do with one another.)

Anyway, that’s my news. I have been ridiculously excited to tell you.

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