I wonder where that expression comes from? There is this fabulous book that can tell you, only I forgot the name of it. Next time I come across it I think I'm going to have to buy it.
Anyway. I was going to wait. A long time. Maybe forever. I don't like people coming up and hugging me, smiling and saying congratulations, or asking me questions. But Damm was talking to his recruiter about insurance. And he mentioned something that he should've told the recruiter was non-repeatable, because 5 minutes later the recruiter told Damm's mother (I have no earthly idea why he's talking to her-I keep forgetting to ask). After that I had to tell my mother. We haven't told any extended family members because there are quite a few here celebrating Damm's mother's graduation and that would be the worst form of torture I can imagine.
So yeah, I'm knocked up again :P And this time I'm getting the t-shirt.
"It" is due August 11. I have not been to a doctor yet because I loathe them (as a profession, not individually) and we don't have insurance yet (hence Damm talking to the recruiter). My plan is to be knocked out for the entire end process thing (translation=epidural). I'm trying not to think about the in-between. Those 9 months. Which is actually more like 10. The fat months. The I-can't-breath-months. The haha-it's-kicking-you!-months. I am not a person who likes pregnancy. Unlike Angelina Jolie and all the other Hollywood mothers who seemed to glow and couldn't stop talking about it. I prefer to ignore it as long as possible. And then grudgingly accept that there are some things I can no longer do. Like tie my own shoes. BUT I can get a chuckle out of rearranging all the furniture at 9 months along because I felt bored (I got yelled at for that one-it was so much fun :) And I do like the end result. Which is why I'm doing this again :D
I think both Damm and I want another girl. Obviously we would both adore a little boy but that would just be weird (I do things very earth-mothery and feed the kid, sleep with the kid, and take said kid EVERYWHERE I go and with a boy that would just be weird. And how did I become any sort of earth-mothery? It's a huge mystery). And I like the girl's name we have picked out better. Which brings me to a question ... I don't mind sharing the names. But we've referenced our little girl as Orclette for so long-would you like to know the names? Or if not, come up with a suitable WoW-ish name :D
Just in case you couldn't tell, I am excited. Damm is excited. I just have some very weird and very real hang-ups about the process. I'm like the pre-teen boy confronted by "women stuff" for the first time. Totally gross, right? And not having my own house to get "fat" in is going to be very difficult for me (I know it's not fat, but it feels like fat, so that's what I call it). And I won't bite your head off if you leave a congratulatory note in the comments section :P (that does not mean I'm fishing for them .. I was just concerned that my previous comments about people congratulating would be applied here and that's just not the case) That only happens in person.
Oh, almost forgot. My mom almost cried she's so thrilled. She's taking me shopping when she gets here. But not to the mall. No no no. Not my mother. We're going to the thrift-store. You see, God lets her know when something she wants/needs is there. I am totally serious. It's happened more than once. And you can find really good stuff there. You just have to dig. I think Damm's mother is excited .... but you see she found out the wrong way. And Damm was really upset. Because he thought I would be upset. (I wasn't, actually-this way I didn't have to be the one telling :) So she's being cautious. My brothers laughed at me, because I was never ever going to have kids, and now I'm going to have 2. That's brothers AND brothers-in-law. But you try dealing with a super-fertility body. I'm serious. I know the conception dates for both. I merely have to think, "it would be fun to have 2 kids" and it happens. I wish I could give that ability to all the other women who actually want lots of kids, because it would be better appreciated. But I'm totally talking too much.
Hehe. END POSTING.