Is March 24 Someone's Birthday? Anniversary?

A few weeks ago, I was really hating Jason something fierce. Everything he said drove me absolutely crazy. He was like an itch on that part of your back that you can't quite reach. Like getting all comfortable in bed after a hard day's work and realizing you have to pee. Like getting an email from someone who wrote everything IN ALL CAPS!!!

That's when I knew. A couple of days later, my boobs confirmed it for me.



Knocked up again, baby! Some of you know this is the second time this year I've been pregnant. Jason has super sperm! I was pregnant in January but that one didn't go the distance. This one, though, is looking like it has staying power. Because I feel like total shit.

The morning sickness, which as the fellow mommas in the house know is really all-freakin-day-long sickness, just sucks. I can't remember if I was this sick with Charlie - if I was, then I have a fierce case of the denials working - cuz if I kept this in the forefront of my little tiny mind, I would have my ass on a plane to Vietnam, following the footsteps of Saint Angelina Jolie.

I went to the doctor, who confirmed it happily - they were the ones who also had the pleasure of confirming the miscarriage in January so they were extra happy, and they calculated my due date - December 16th. The same exact day that Charlie was due 3 years ago. She said, "So you conceived around March 24th? Is that one of your birthdays? Or your anniversary?"

Hee hee. It's not, by the way. Just weird coincidence.

So there you go. I'm only 8 weeks along. I was gonna wait until the first trimester passed before telling but frankly I feel like total crap and since I have to suffer feeling like this, you have to suffer by listening to me bitch about it. Ask Jason who has the worst role in this relationship.

I'm gonna go eat Oreos now because as my mom told me when I was pregnant with Charlie, "They taste the same coming up as they do going down." Words of maternal wisdom.