Obsession du Jour

Let the baby games begin

Wow.  Look at y'all!  If I were to tell you that I got all verklempt at the outpouring of cheer and excitement for us, you'd probably just chalk it up to hormones, so instead I'll tell you that the man of the house got a little choked up his own self, yes he did.  Thanks for all the good wishes and encouragement, we both appreciate the big love.

Speaking of big love, how do you know I love my husband very, very, very much?

Uh huh - the very first thing to come off my needles for this kid is not some super-adorable pair of luxury angora baby booties, or one of Kate's uber-fantastic kidlett patterns, or even Cari's Yoda Wrap, ALL of which are HIGH on the to-be-knit list for this kid.  Nope, WeeBeastie's first handknit sweater is, instead, ready for the Gator Gridiron.  If that's not love, I'm sure I don't know what is.

Oh, and for all the homegirls here in Boston:

14 weeks. 

I like this belly. It's so wee and cute and feminine at this stage.  And the boobs.....good lord, the boobs.  I mean, I recognize that they don't look all that big here, but they are far bigger than they were just 14 weeks ago. 

Again with the excuses.

I know, I know.  It's been three weeks again.  It's a wonder any of you will still speak to me.  Actually, given that about a month has gone by since I was even remotely responsive to emails and comments, maybe you aren't actually still speaking to me.   Now, here is where many would go on about being bad bloggers and such, but I shan't do that.  What I WILL do is apologize to the folks with whom there were ongoing conversations (especially the really enlightening conversation about the genetics of redheads - if only we'd known how relevant that was at the time) for literally dropping off the face of the planet.  Dudes.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to, I swear.  It's like...one minute there we were rocking along in our little groove, doin' our own thing, and the next....

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Boom!:

People, we are making a baby.

Apparently, I needed a few weeks to get my head around that one.  So, I'm sorry if I ran off distractedly in the middle of a conversation.

Anyway....hells bells....a BABY.  Isn't that fun?   God help us.   Also?  I'm still not convinced that I'm grown up enough to have kids.  Seriously, doesn't 38 seem really young to be making such a drastic decision?   Doesn't it?   Hell, I still get a not-so-secret thrill from playing hooky from work and lounging around the house all day in my PJ's.  That's not something Responsible Grown Ups do...is it?  Actually, I still like to do lots of things that I always thought Responsible Grown Ups didn't do.  Oh dear, already our child is doomed to a life of smart-assed rebellion and a tarnished attendance record.   This can't be good.

Um, does anyone know where I can find a 'Good Mommy' stand-in?  ;)