Nat's going to be a big brother. Doctor's appointment next week to confirm the due date, but it's either late April or late May. We've been trying for a few months now, so there's been lots o' sex, a good $50 worth of pregnancy tests, a late and unusual period in there somewhere, followed by this month - dry heaving while attempting to drink a Vitamin Water, a pregnancy test turning up positive, some shock and awe, a second positive test, and a few mornings where vomiting seemed imminent. We're happy, of course, since we were trying, but I can help but feel a twinge of sadness that my baby won't be my baby anymore. Part of the reason we wanted another baby so soon was to (hopefully) bypass any feelings of jealousy and/or being replaced, plus we wanted Nat to have someone close in age. I've heard nothing but good things, though, from parents of children so close in age - I'll have 2 under 2 - so I don't doubt that Nat and this baby - whom we currently refer to as Gumdrop - will be the best of friends. Mommy instinct tells me that this one's a girl.
This blog and my world will continue to revolve around my Nat. I'll throw in the occasional comment about cravings, hemmorhoids, stretch marks, and whatever else I feel so inclined to share with you, my wonderful readers. For now I must depart to rescue my son who is giving off the impression that dark and evil forces are trying to torture him in his crib.
Two under two. What the hell was I thinking? :)