New One

There is a new One a-coming. I feel like the coming was not-so-joyously told, but I HATE telling people I'm pregnant! I like it better when they find out for themselves. I think the awkward part is watching that shift in their face, that change in their body language, and the demeanor flux that mirrors the way you'll be treated for the next x-number of months... Don't get me wrong. It's a good change. There is a sort of goddess aura that surrounds a pregnant woman, and the attention is quite positive and in a lot of cases, useful. But a change it is. And I hate change. I'd rather not witness it.

We are 18.5 weeks (and yes, that half makes a difference). I started feeling her move at 12 weeks, John around 15 or 16. My OB was a little startled this morning to actually feel and see her! We are saying "she" because we don't say "IT" and there are absolutely no similarities between this pregnancy and my first. Truth be told though, I wouldn't be shocked to find out next Thursday that she is a he... These little buggers are unpredictable, aren't they?!

Speaking of bugger, that boy is... TWO. You know what that means; and if you don't, you don't want to. We can't complain too much though, he's the best TWO I've ever known and he's more and more awesome every day!