And just when you least expect it ...

I guess this is as good of forum as any -- most everyone I know reads this. I'm not exactly thrilled with the impersonal nature of it, but then I guess if you know me you know I'm not a fan of spoken word unless it's in person, and texting is expensive ... so, here goes.

I'm six weeks pregnant. :x

Seriously. The Boy knows (he was there when the two little lines appeared on the stick, both times), our parents (well, those we speak to) know, our good friends know on the most part. We were trying to keep it a secret for a while, but you know when you tell people not to tell anyone, and then they either (a) tell (1)that one person who can't keep their mouth shut (2) one person who tells another person who tells another person ad nauseum, (b) get drunk and mass text your greater circle of friends, or (c) just completely disregard that you said not to tell anyone, and that means anyone, word travels fast. So I guess this is my way to nip it in the bud a bit.

My rough due date is March 11. My first OB/GYN appointment isn't until August 10th, because apparently that's when doctors want to see pregnant chicks, and not a week before. Whatev. I might be labeled high risk because of my diabetes, but that's yet to be determined.

So. I could tell you all the gory details of everyone's reactions and all that, or, you know, I could not because it doesn't really matter. All that matters is that The Boy is being uber supportive and it's given both of us, I suppose, a fresh perspective on everything we've been going through lately. So, let's all welcome a new member to the cast of characters that inhabit my life -- Baby.