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Sunday, March 12 I think I'm pregnant again. Monday, March 13 I'm pregnant again. Tuesday, March 14 I think I'm in denial or something. I've had little moments of silly excitement, moments of anxiety and moments of disbelief. It seems like it's been a long time since I've been pregnant, although it's only been a couple months that I've been able to wear decent normal clothes. That's the part I'm dreading - gaining a million pounds again and wearing post-maternity clothes. I don't mind the maternity clothes too much. It's the flabby aftermath. So I guess this starts my Baby Journal 3. Thursday, March 23 Are you fucking kidding me? A woman today said she was going to ask when I was due like a month ago. Fuck off! I am at, like, a four-year low weight and wearing small stuff that I think looks pretty good, and you're telling me you knew I was pregnant the week I conceived? Anyway, I figured out my mood, I think. John and Max are so adorable and sweet and incredible, and they were conceived so easily that I think I'm just amazed at how easy it's been for us to create these incredible little people and now another one is on the way. By the end of the year I'm going to meet someone who is going to be one of the most important people in my life. |
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