And guys? I can definitively say that I will not be going to BlogHer this year…I just don't think it's a good idea. And it's not because of my fear of flying, my unfortunate habit of reporting potential terrorists who in actuality turn out to be AIR MARSHALS PROTECTING MY PLANE, or because I may already be going to
More specifically, THIS baby...
...who, if all goes well, should be a few weeks old by the time BlogHer rolls around.
That's right, people; I'm pregnant. (Just like Jessica Alba!) Baby #2 is due the end of June, and J and I couldn't be happier. (Scared shitless, mind you, but happy all the same.) T doesn't really get what's going on (being that he's all of 19 months old), but I have taught him to kiss my belly, so...that's a start towards a loving, sibling-rivalry-free relationship, right? RIGHT?? IN THE NAME OF ALL THING HOLY, TELL ME THAT IT IS!I don't have much more information yet, other than that: (A) I can promise you I will never, EVER refer to my stomach as a "baby bump," and(B) Heather B. has christened (Jewened?) my unborn child Eliot Amani for reasons that only we can understand, so I'm wide open to suggestions for a nickname. (Toopweets 2.o just isn't working for me.)
Oh, and I'm also going to take this opportunity to blame my sporadic posting/commenting of late on the fact that I've spent the past four months HURLING NONSTOP, and falling asleep in my work clothes at 7:00 nearly every night.
You can forgive me, right?