You'd think I'd be able to post a couple of these suckers, especially since there's so much going on in my life right now. But you'd be sadly mistaken. The reason? Pregnancy is HARD. I have zero energy, zero motivation, and almost zero mobility. (Picture a turtle stuck on its back and that's what I look like trying to get out of bed in the morning). This isn't quite the magical time I had anticipated, so I ask your forgiveness for my being so super absent for so super long. But the good great news is...I'm back. And by 'I'm' I mean 'We're', because I'm currently two whole people. Its crazypants. Let me catch you up.

Back in May, I (probably...most likely... ok definitely drunkenly) said these famous last words: "I think I'm ready to have a baby." And my husband, ever the people pleaser, was like, "Sure, Honey, whatever you want". And once was all it took. Only, sadly, a few weeks later, we learned that little nugget didn't "stick". And so I was no longer ready for that baby. I was very very VERY sad. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. I didn't want to experience that again and was in no hurry to try. But then I got drunk again.

And once was all it took...and this time it took.

We announced our news to our families in December, slightly early for our liking, but it was convenient since we'd all be together. That part was exciting, but then the morning sickness hit. It was all day and all night. I would describe it as like being on a windy road with a blindfold on. Or like being on a spinny ride with the flu. Or being stuck on a treadmill with food poisoning. I was starving and exhausted and losing my mind. Luckily, my work gave me two weeks off to sit at home and try not to puke all day. The doctor gave me sleeping pills, told me to eat anything the baby would let me (I will never want english muffins or gatorade again!), and this would all be over after 14 weeks.

That doctor is a lying bitch and has since been relieved of her duties as caretaker of me and my fetus. My new doctor is a lot more honest. I both respect and hate that about her.

The "morning" sickness lasted all the way up until 20 weeks. Finally, after the halfway mark, it was only at night. Then, after 25 weeks it had completely subsided. I've been eating everything I can get my hands on ever since. Baby Cho especially enjoys strawberries, watermelon, lemon-water, and vanilla ice cream.

The first and second trimesters weren't ALL bad, though. Our Reveal Party was actually the best day of my life. I was convinced from the moment the pee-stick showed a positive that I was growing a tiny baby boy. I planned his room and his outfits and his future as a superhero fireman football player. Danny was rooting for "the underdog"...a baby girl. Well...

I was so wrong. Biggest shock of my life. But the absolute best moment of my life, too. It was like everything became real. I had a little lady in my belly and I fell in love with her all over again.

I'm now in my third trimester. Getting fatter and sweatier by the minute. We're slowly working on her room and trying to get our lives all organized before she gets here. I'm told I'll have no time ever again for anything, so I better get my sh*t together. I'll complain about all that in another post.

Right now, my baby's kicking me. That means its ice cream time.

I promise to post again before she goes to college.