I can't believe I haven't posted this on my blog yet. It's not like it's some big secret. I think I hoped I'd come up with some fun and creative way of announcing it, but that's not likely to happen, so I'll just tell you:
About three weeks ago at 10:15 in the morning I found myself in the parking lot of a Taco Bell, eating a chicken soft taco smothered with mild sauce. I think the last time I had Taco Bell was 2007. That was only because we had just moved into a new house and Franny was hungry for tacos and the kitchen hadn't been unpacked yet. Prior to that the last time was probably sometime when I was in college. So as I sat eating Taco Bell in the parking lot at 10:15 in the morning (I was too embarrassed to ask if I was their first customer of the day, but I assumed I was), I thought to myself, "Pregnancy is so weird."
Lucky for me, now that I'm out of the first trimester, I'm craving fruits and vegetables and NOT the same food I ate when I was in junior high. Phew.
Expecting A BOY in November!