Elephant

Right now, I am enjoying a little too much artichoke dip (daily! for two weeks!), cream cheese and pepper jelly with crackers, big salads with lots of vinegar and julienned carrots (they MUST be julienned! And a salad without carrots is NO SALAD AT ALL), and more than a gallon of orange juice every two days.

Weirdly, an Italian sub from Subway doesn’t sound so bad. Subway, land of the strongest smells known to mankind.

I’ve been hiding from you, hardly updating at all, thinking now is not the time, this is a bad idea, I shouldn’t tell people about this! THIS IS WRONG! My mind thinks of our upcoming ultrasound and it’s a non-stop replay of, you’re thirty-FIVE, things can go wrong, you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know.

And this time, I kind of didn’t really know, because for someone who didn’t have an easy time of this before, the speed with which this occurred was A SURPRISE. HELLO.

Plus, as we all know, there are no guarantees anyway. The only thing I do know is that I love being a mom more than anything I’ve ever done, ever. And that just before Christmas, we saw a little FLICKER FLICKER FLICKER of a new, tiny little person who currently lives inside me, and is giving me LOTS OF HEARTBURN, but that could also be the orange juice, because SERIOUSLY PEOPLE, I drink a lot of orange juice.

So, HELLO OBVIOUS, I am pregnant. Due in August.

I’m doing this again. I AM DOING THIS AGAIN.

I’m so excited. And, you know, fucking petrified.

*Damien Rice

148 comments January 9th, 2011