D.J. #1 (aka Steve): Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today.
D.J. #2 (aka Maria): It's coooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
D.J. #1: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing.
D.J. #2: [mockingly] That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - thing. Oh, well, here's the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a "big blizzard thing!"
D.J. #1: Yessss, they are. But you know, there's another reason why today is especially exciting.
D.J. #2: Especially cold!
D.J. #1: Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody's lips...
D.J. #2: - On their chapped lips...
D.J. #1: - On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think the baby is gonna come out and see his/her shadow?
D.J. #2: Punxsutawney Phil or Punxsutawney Phyllis!
D.J. #2 (aka Maria): It's coooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
D.J. #1: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing.
D.J. #2: [mockingly] That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - thing. Oh, well, here's the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a "big blizzard thing!"
D.J. #1: Yessss, they are. But you know, there's another reason why today is especially exciting.
D.J. #2: Especially cold!
D.J. #1: Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody's lips...
D.J. #2: - On their chapped lips...
D.J. #1: - On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think the baby is gonna come out and see his/her shadow?
D.J. #2: Punxsutawney Phil or Punxsutawney Phyllis!
D.J. #1: That's right, woodchuck-chuckers - it's...
D.J. #1, D.J. #2: [in unison] OUR DUE DAY!
D.J. #1, D.J. #2: [in unison] OUR DUE DAY!
Turns out my Easter egg was pretty fertile, and according to the fuzzy black and white picture hanging on my fridge, it has since developed arm and leg buds. Baby number 2 is well on its way.
When people ask how I'm feeling, I usually say great, although the real answer would probably more honestly be "it's complicated." But for the most part, I really do feel pretty good. Steve is home a lot this summer, which is awesome, and so I'm sure getting to rest with my feet up while Steve plays Mr. Mom & Dad is helping my condition. None of what I remember from Creedence has shown up: no throwing up, no blinding headaches, no need for my infamous "I'm so tired if I don't lay down in a completely dark room right now I'll bite your head off" naps. Instead, I'm tired but its manageable, I'm able to eat most anything (I heart fried rice), and most interestingly, I have turned sentimental. I've cried at commercials, gotten teary watching sports, weepy eating french fries... its been a little ridiculous. The worst is the sob I turn into when I think about how excited I am for Creedence, who never seemed to want to be little himself, always getting bigger and faster and stronger so early, will get use all his personality as the big brother. I don't know how many kids we'll have, the spacing, et al, but its a big relief and blessing to know that at least these two will have one another to grow up with. Sibs are important, and we are so looking forward to the fun these kiddos will have down the road. So much to look forward to...
In the meantime, I'm stocking up on Panda Express, tissues (with lotion, that's the only kind worth buying), and one-on-one time with the firstborn.
