here we go again

oooh ooh ooh

I'm pretty sure that's a song.

So, I sort of had this feeling that maybe I was pregnant, but I generally think that every month. Why? Who knows. So, I'm thinking probably I'm not, just my general paranoia.

Turns out, not so much.

Interesting.

Do me a favour though, if you're reading this, and it's not like, common knowledge, be a dear and don't spread it around. I'm pretty sure nobody reads this anymore, but I did just pass the address along to my dear frien Jenn for her sister, so if either of you is reading, SHHHH. While I'm not quite in the same situation as with Kieran, this won't come as a "wooohooo, we're pregnant again!" moment, I don't think. Except for the grandparents. Those guys are pretty funny. So, I now have the wonderful task of waiting, trying to figure out when / how to tell the man (not this week, he's writing a final for what will quite likely be the hardest of all his masters courses. no need to add to that stress!). I'd like to get through telling everyone with no crying this time. I cried when I told Grant about Kieran, because I was so worried about what it would mean for us. You'll recall things were different then as far as jobs and living arrangements. I cried when I told my parents because, well, same reason basically. I felt like I was 14 and knocked up by my inappropriate boyfriend. He wasn't inappropriate, that's just how nervous I felt. This time, it should be less scary. I'm going to even try to think of some interesting / creative way to tell people. Maybe.

Apparently the 2nd time around is a fair bit different from the first. It will be for me in a lot of ways. Different city, for one. Living with the man, for another. I'll be able to send him out to do my midnight craving bidding. I only made him go get me ice cream once last time, and that was at about week 40 and more because I just felt he'd gotten off too easy thus far than because I really thought I needed it. Also things start to happen sooner, symptom wise, which could be interesting. As we speak there are some beautiful raspberries on my kitchen counter that are making me want to barf, they smell really weird. They taste fine, but the smell is enough to drive me from the room. It took me a couple of hours to even figure out what the smell WAS, since I don't normally associate gross with raspberries. That could just be me being weird though.

Anyway. That's about it for now. Babycentre.ca says my due date is April 26th. So SO strange. I'll keep you posted.