If you saw on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram or my blog yesterday, you probably noticed we had a little announcement to make: We are indeed expecting Baby Deux sometime around the New Year.

As of today, I am six weeks along. Yes, it’s earlier than people traditionally like to tell, but I couldn’t keep it inside any longer. Mostly because all I’ve felt like tweeting lately has been things like: “Gonna vomit,” “I feel like vomiting,” “Tim’s popcorn actually SMELLS like vomit.” I figured you’d eventually catch on, so I came out right away.

I was telling someone last night that it was so much easier to keep Aric a secret (until 8 weeks anyway) because I wasn’t all YAY INTERWEBZ!!! three years ago. But with my no filter internetting, there was no way I could wait another two and a half weeks (TWO AND A HALF WEEKS!!!) until my OB appointment.

How am I feeling? Not great. Not great at all. I’m pretty much constantly nauseous. Mornings are the worst, then after dinner. I attribute the after dinner sickness to my prenatal vite and the morning sickness to not eating breakfast. But what can I say? NOTHING sounds good in the mornings. Actually, that’s a lie. Anything with bacon, eggs, and cheese are about the only thing I can stomach, besides crackers and Sprite. But sometimes even that makes me want to puke. And no, nothing has actually come back up yet, but it has to be soon. It has to be. Maybe it will make me feel better??

Oh, and I had nightmares all last night that I’m having twins. My sister has made a couple comments in passing “I hope it’s twins!!” “At 10 weeks, if your fundal height is measuring more like 17 weeks, that means you have TWINS!!” “If you have twins, you’ll have to VBAC them, I don’t know how to do a ceasarian. Well, I mean, I COULD cut along your scar from last time. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.” Apparently she thinks she’s delivering this child. Or children, apparently.

Besides her comments, there was the SUPER CLEAR, DARK, NO QUESTION ABOUT IT pregnancy test. I used mid-afternoon pee, only about a day or two late, with JUST the teeny amount I could squeeze out at the time. And the “You’re Pregnant” line was way darker than the control line.

So yeah, all my dreams have been about twins. Which brings me to my mental health. But that’s a post all in itself, so I’ll save that for another day.

So, in conclusion, yes, we are expecting. Yes, I am sick. No, I have not vomited. Yes, I will post weekly updates. I’ve been doing them, actually, since I found out almost two weeks ago, just not publishing them. And yes, I will be pregnant at BlogHer this summer so I can laugh at all of your drunken escapades