Monday, April 23, 2007
This Thing I'm Working On
So, I haven't really posted much lately. This whole year, really. I've been working on something and have decided today that I could probably feel like posting more if the cat got out of the bag, per se. Because this thing eats up a lot of my free time, energy, what I'm reading, wearing, and doing, and is influencing what I think is funny and what isn't.
So... drum roll... yeah I am pregnant! It's true. At this point I am 16/17 weeks (the way they say it is confusing. You're 16 weeks but they call it the 17th week, etc. And by they I mean "They.")
There are lots of unknowns. We don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl. Because my nephew Ethan likes the name Miguel for the child regardless of gender, right now the baby is Miguel. We refused a bunch of tests that would potentially freak us out, but will be having an ultrasound in a few weeks. Right now I'm just kind of Charlotting up in the rafters working on my magnum opus. While I hope a rat will not be involved in the safety of my child, a nice Paul Lynde-esque character is welcome to join the story at any time. "It says, 'crunchy.'"
I don't want to turn this into a "pregnancy journal" since I bought one that is sitting in my bag with nothing written in it. I just want to get it out of the way so that when I mention Miguel, or being pregnant, it's not "hurr?" to you, the Internet.
Oh and PS that Notes from the Underbelly show is really bad. It's a shame too because I bet the book was hilarious.
So... drum roll... yeah I am pregnant! It's true. At this point I am 16/17 weeks (the way they say it is confusing. You're 16 weeks but they call it the 17th week, etc. And by they I mean "They.")
There are lots of unknowns. We don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl. Because my nephew Ethan likes the name Miguel for the child regardless of gender, right now the baby is Miguel. We refused a bunch of tests that would potentially freak us out, but will be having an ultrasound in a few weeks. Right now I'm just kind of Charlotting up in the rafters working on my magnum opus. While I hope a rat will not be involved in the safety of my child, a nice Paul Lynde-esque character is welcome to join the story at any time. "It says, 'crunchy.'"
I don't want to turn this into a "pregnancy journal" since I bought one that is sitting in my bag with nothing written in it. I just want to get it out of the way so that when I mention Miguel, or being pregnant, it's not "hurr?" to you, the Internet.
Oh and PS that Notes from the Underbelly show is really bad. It's a shame too because I bet the book was hilarious.
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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!!! I need more details! When is the due date? My math is terrible.
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