Welcome to Prego Land

Remember that time I didn't blog for two months? Well, this time, for once, I have a legitimate excuse. We found out about six weeks ago that we're expecting, and decided to wait till after my first appointment to make a public announcement. In the meantime, could not think of one single thing worth blogging about that didn't involve babies and pregnancy.

Yesterday, at long last, I had my first prenatal appointment and everything looks great. Now I'm free to sing of my pregnancy loudly from a mountaintop or, more practically, plaster photos of my uterus all over the internet. Incidentally, I am aware that some people are uncomfortable with ultrasound images. I have never been one of those people, so I'm not very sympathetic to their plight. But I would like to formally apologize now to anyone I've offended. I know some of you who I'm facebook friends with have not seen me since high school and probably don't care to see my insides. That being said though, if you knew the first thing about me in high school, you really shouldn't expect better behavior from me now. We're talking about the girl who co-founded and regularly celebrated the holidays "Vagina Tuesday" and "Uterus Thursday." Not because I was making some bold statement about celebrating femininity, but because I was profoundly immature, and thought that was hilarious. Come to think of it, you probably shouldn't be facebook friends with me at all. I'm kind of gross. Am I really the kind of person you want to be associated with? Your mom told you in high school that you're known by the company you keep, and that's why you stayed far, far away from me. You should probably keep that up, because, as I've already pointed out, I can be pretty crude and immature.

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's move on to the very pressing matter at hand: boy or girl? Okay, so it's really not pressing at all. But it feels that way to me and this is my blog, so I get to call the shots on what's pressing and what's not, okay? I hearby declare this a pressing matter of extreme urgency. So here's what I want to do: when my sister Haley was pregnant with her first child, Kate, she held a poll on her blog and had people place their bets on the baby's sex. It was a lot of fun, and by the way, I guessed right. I have a great track record in the baby-sex-guessing department. But you can bet your hiney I'm not telling you what I think the baby is now, because then it may compromise the results of the poll. I don't want you guys peeking at my test paper now that you know I'm a straight A student in Divination.

If you're still reading this and didn't peace out a few minutes ago when I made my very convincing case for why you shouldn't be my friend anymore, please leave a comment and cast your vote. I'm going to have to think of some kind of prize for the winners. You know those contests where you guess how many jellybeans are in the jar and if you guess correctly you get to keep the jar? It will be like that. But wait... in this case, I think Jar of Jellybeans = My Baby. Never mind, bad example. You can't have my baby. But I will give you something. Like, maybe I'll let you name the baby. Just kidding. But maybe though, because we're kind of stumped. I know we have almost seven months left to figure it out, but I'm starting to worry we're never going to find a name we both love. We might end up having to settle on a name neither of us like, just so it will be fair. Like Urkel. Or Fanny.



(Oops! But look how sweet! I just can't help myself. I hope I successfully weeded out those squeamish guys earlier.)

I also have a pregnancy related update on my haircut situation from February. My backward bangs have grown out at lightning speed! It turns out that was such a fortunate time to get a bad haircut. Thanks, baby! And the length grew on me after a week or two. I may start getting it cut that way from now on. But, you know, without the unfortunate... features.

I leave you today with the promise of much more frequent updates. Now that I'm free to talk about morning sickness and nurseries and fruits that thebump.com is comparing my baby to, (this week it's a lime,) I am confident I will have a lot more to say for the next seven months.