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Well here we are. It’s been 10 days. I am back. Blogging is apparently the only profession (and I’m using giant air quotes around that word), where one is not allowed any breaks. I literally got hate mail for taking a break. Dudes. I love you. But chill. I’ve been blogging for 3 years. THREE YEARS. And the only other break I have ever taken was for a short spell when I was preg with G. And the only reason I took that break was because I felt like I couldn’t really blog honestly with a secret.
So here we are again. With a secret. I hate secrets. They are dumb and for diaries and trapper keepers. But some secrets are necessary and this was one of them. Although I’ll be honest, I tried about as hard as Christina Aguillera is trying to not wear slutty clothes on The Voice.
Watch my video and my secret will be revealed.
Well? Are you as shocked as the shocker? No?? That’s ok. This wasn’t for shock value. I’ll give you a little back story about what’s been going on. Dudes. Shit has been real around here. I have been so incredibly sick for 24 hours a day for the ENTIRE duration of this pregnancy. There have been long stretches where I could not get out of bed. I couldn’t eat food. I couldn’t even drink water. Not to mention I have a crazy toddler to take care of. B has been a lifesaver. The docs put me on a med that is like red pill/blue pill shit. Meaning…you can either have your pooper backed up enema style or you can deal with your vomiting. I tried both. Let’s just say it’s a cruel cruel choice to make.
On top of this, we didn’t even get to hear a heartbeat until yesterday. I mean, my 16 year acne skin, boobs from Mars, vomit life and thickity thickness were telling me YOU ARE SO F-ING PREGNANT. But I just needed to know and to see that everything is ok. And it is. Everything is super with our little Yoshi.
And B needed to see too. Because APPARENTLY men don’t officially recognize pregnancies until they see it with their own two eyes. NBD B, I’ll just puke my brains out until you’re comfortable recognizing things.
So are we happy? Yes. Are we excited? Yes. Are we nervous? YES. But to answer your question before you ask like Pete did…no we aren’t just “busy”, we planned things this way. We wanted kids close in age to be buddies and get them out of diapers quickly. We know it’s going to be hard hard work. But we’re ready (so not ready).
I’ll tell you this: this pregnancy is 100% totally different than G’s. With G, I was like DUDES pregnancy is cake. You are all WIMPS. I’ll be a surrogate for 50 Guiliana Rancics. No problem. Now? F THAT. THIS IS MY LAST CHILD. I PROMISE YOU THIS. This pregnancy is so hard. SO HARD.
But BUT maybe that means it’s a girl. Maybe it means it’s the devil. But hopefully just a regular girl.
12 weeks down, 40 million to go.
I’m worried I’m going to get fat. Like not cute preg fat, regular fat.
I’m worried about a lot. And we’re going to talk about it all.