Word's out now, so I'm spreading the news here. Lisa is again "with child." MaKenna is going to be a fantastic big sister. I'm excited to have my sister pregnant at the same time. I'm also excited for her first dr. appointment where she'll get a better idea of when to expect #2.
I'm almost sure that I've decided to grow my hair out during pregnancy to cut and donate it after. On prenatal vitamins, my already thick hair is like the follicle version of baseball's Barry Bonds. Someone(s) is going to get a fairly nice wig.
Can you have a crush on a season? I can't stop thinking of Spring. I hope see spring in the hall and smell it as I walk past. I can talk to my friends for hours about how cool and sweet and smart Spring is. I put grass around my finger pretending that Spring's asked me to wear its class ring.
I hate how cliche this is, but I can't stop eating pickles. Ice cream? Naw... but pass me a jar of pickles. When I ask how I got this swollen, point me back here, okay?
I've started feeling the teeny inward movements of own spawn. Like a small, slippery fish doing rolls. It's delightful. Okay, pregnancy can be fun now.