I Almost Forgot- I'm Pregnant

[And by "bring on" I mean "keep it to yourself']

I guess I should probably take it one step past "Facebook official" and let all you blog readers know that I am, in fact, pregnant. With a baby (my husband was/is hoping for a Muppet, which could happen still, I guess).

I thought you might have some questions.

Do you know who the father is?

We're 99.99% sure it's my husband. I have been watching a lot of Fringe lately, though, so I'm not ruling out something creepy and extra-terrestrial (one of my good friends is calling it the "alien baby," after all).

Are you excited?

I am excited, but in my own way. I've known for nine or ten weeks so the sort of surprise has moved to "okay, this is my life now," while everyone else is just finding out and is all "ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!" Plus, I'm sometimes a bit of an emotional rebel, so since everyone is expecting me to be gushing I'm doing the opposite. Sorry. It's who I am. Plus I hate attention.

When are you due?

Cinco de Mayo. I'm hoping we're a day or two late, but who knows what I'll be saying at that point.

Are you throwing up a lot?

Just when I drink too many margaritas! Just kidding. Not at all. I've been lucky in the sense that I've had no morning sickness whatsoever. Instead I've been cursed with indigestion from about 9 am to bedtime, but considering my job it's better than throwing up in front of teenagers. Oh, and I'm tired all the time, but I find that if I resist sitting down and succumbing to laziness I do all right. 

Are you fat yet?

Nope. I've heard if you eat broccoli and bananas while spinning in circles repeating "I will not get fat, I will not get fat" seventeen times every morning you won't start showing until the third trimester. I'm not a thin person by any means, but I've worked hard to stay fit and healthy so I'm still trying to adjust to the impending weight gain. 

Are you finding out the sex?

Abso-fucking-lutely. The ultrasound tech made a prediction but it's way too early, so we're calling it an "it" until we find out for sure (I don't do nicknames, so nothing cute like "bean," "nugget," or "button" happening here. It's a fetus. Barely).

Will the blog change?
Not really. It won't become a baby blog by any means, but I will occasionally post about some of the baby books I read (I'm not planning on reading many, but I'll explain why later), children's books I buy, and anything else I feel like adding. My Bookish (and not so Bookish) Thoughts will probably be about it this week, but other than that it won't be in your face constantly. I know how annoying it is to see blogs you read become mommy blogs when you're nowhere near that stage in your life. And I also know how grating it is when you're trying (and trying) to get pregnant and see the constant reminders that you're not yet on blogs. So I'm trying to be sensitive to everyone, I guess. I will do my best!