Baby

Many of you are already aware: Dan is my Baby Daddy. Translation for those of you who don’t live in the ghetto or watch Jerry Springer: we are going to have a baby! We spread the word to family and friends on Easter weekend. The following are some of the responses we received:
“Congratulations!”
“Oh my God!”
“Finally!”
“You’ve been naughty.”
“EEEEK!” (there may have been a spider in this person’s hair)
As for me, I have been pretty sick with what I call the “heaves” which means that I have a very sensitive gag reflex and tend to gag at the most innocuous of stimuli like people, animals, automobiles, paper, food, clothing and thoughts. For me there is no such thing as morning sickness; it’s pretty much an all day affair; let’s equate it to being hung over all the time! Yay! I made this analogy to someone yesterday and he responded with “how do you know what it feels like to be hung over?” Really, who are we kidding? How do you think we got into this mess in the first place?!
And when, you might be wondering, will this baby arrive? The estimated date is October 15th, give or take two weeks. So be prepared to be ignored in about six months, because we will be busy trying to figure out what to do with a screaming, demanding, pooping infant. EEEEK!