Yep, it’s true. Baby #2

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 ;)

Wordless Wednesday: My Toddler Can Read Edition

Hint: Watch all the way to the end.

Did I ever tell you “Tim’s Green Day Story?”

One night, early in our relationship, Tim and I were out driving. I don’t know where we were going or where we were coming from, but for some reason I CLEARLY remember the EXACT on-ramp we were on when the following discussion took place:

Tim: Did I ever tell you my Green Day Story?

Nicci: No! (Excited thinking he once got to meet Billie Joe Armstrong)

Tim: Once, during school, I was watching VH1 and they were showing a Behind the Music on Green Day. Then I changed the channel to MTV and they were showing a Green Day music video. I got all concerned that one of them had died or something. But it turned out, they were all fine.

Nicci: O_O

Tim: What?

Nicci: That’s it? That’s your story?

Tim: Yea. It was just a coincidence that they were on the same day.

Nicci: O_O You have got to be kidding me. You TITLED that story? You turned an inconsequential, coincidental happenstance into a TITLED story?

Tim: I’m never telling you another story again.

Nicci: THANK GOD!!

And thus, The “Tim’s Green Day Story” Story was born. Which is WAY better than the original story. And now, every time Tim (or I) tells a stupid story, the other one responds with “Did I ever tell you my Green Day story?”