I have news I want to share. Big news.
I am pregnant.
I guess that’s actually old news for those of you who know me personally, but for those of you who might have been wondering how on earth a woman could crave chocolate banana cream pie and falafel all in the same hour, it probably explains a great deal.
Besides, I’m actually six months along and since my tummy is now undeniably pregnant-looking, I thought it was time to tell you.
Naturally Scott and are both incredibly excited. And anxious. And while I’ve probably started to bore my family and close friends to tears with all kinds of baby-related talk (Who knew stroller and car seat selection could prove to be hour-long conversational items?), I will try not to bombard you with overabundant references to this soon-to-arrive little one or all of the new equipment purchases that the arrival of said person entails. I will, however, probably still find myself craving strange food combinations and may be inclined to make mention of them once in awhile. I may also start to sound a slight bit neurotic, but at least now you’ll understand why!