I can’t keep it a secret anymore. I am going to have a baby.
It’s nothing but a little nugget here, but that hasn’t stopped it from wreaking complete havoc on my life. And Ryan’s, since he’s the one who has to deal with the special brand of crazy pregnancy brings out in me.
The poor man.
But even though it feels like someone has been repeatedly punching me in the breasts, I feel sick almost constantly, I can’t stay awake, I’m not allowed to take any of the good drugs anymore, I can’t be around sharp objects for fear I’ll stab someone, I cry about everything, and I can’t make any of it better with a bottle of wine – I couldn’t be more thrilled that I get this chance.
We’re going to be parents. We get our very own human to corrupt! It’s my dream come true.
Baby A (although, my brother has taken to calling he/she “Carlos”) is due October 31. I’d say it can’t get here soon enough, but really, I can wait. Do you know how much there is to do before a baby gets here?
Like learn how to change diapers and not accidentally drop it on its head.
I’m going to be a great mom, right?