pregnant.

Pregnancy is a very weird thing. How can you ravenously devour a handful of licorice and guzzle one can of diet coke every day for years and then all of the sudden, after the stick stares back at you with a plus sign, not be able to stand the sight of either? It's troubling.

And if anyone's keeping track, I also can't stand the sight of tomatoes. So odd.

So there you have it! I'm pregnant. In my current state, I feel tired, sick, and unmotivated, so it's hard to gush about how excited I am. But I am so happy. Hopefully that explains where I've been all this time. I wish I could skip all the nausea, heart burn, swelling, and weight gain (especially the weight gain) and just have that baby in my arms.

Did I mention we think it's a boy? We've already told Franny and she tells everyone, "I'm going to have a baby brother and he's this big!" At which point she holds up her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. I'm happy she's so excited.

P.S.: I've had a lot of phone calls, emails, and messages all from friends checking in and making sure I'm okay. I'm so touched by your concern and yes, I'm great! Just weathering the storms of early pregnancy, but I'm sure they'll be over soon. :)

Ooh, and chocolate has lost it's appeal. What the WHAT?!