I happen to be quite knocked up.
Oh yes, there is much more to the story. Too much for one post so I'll have to keep you coming back for more over the next few weeks.
I'd have thought announcing our pregnancy to the world would feel more glamourous but it's hard to feel glamourous when meat makes me nauseous (MEAT, of all things...Andrew thinks that it's hilarious that his "little velociraptor" of a wife is a temporary vegetarian), I'm on a strict diet of beige - and occasionally green - food items, I'm experiencing bouts of insomnia for the first time in my life, and I now take sudden and unexpected trips to crazy town. Oh, and my bladder is the size of a ping-pong ball.
Speaking of size, however, Baby Gaz (who will be debuting on or around November 12th of this year) is now the size of a salted cashew:
Mmm. Salted cashew.
I most definitely ate the stand-in for Baby Gaz after this photo.
At this point, my favourite thing to announce is that no gag reflex, no sleepless night, no hormonal surge, and no inconvenient pee schedule could possibly dampen my excitement and joy. We've been waiting for Baby Gaz for a year and a half, and we don't mind waiting a few months more.
