It's still really early on but I had to break the news to co-workers and family because, with the recent Norovirus scare, people were beginning to think I was seriously contagious. "No honey, what I got you can't catch." At least not from me. And yes... I am already puking and excitable but if ONE MORE EFFING PERSON SAYS THE WORD "TWINS"... I cannot be held responsible for my actions and I will not pay to get the blood out of the carpet when I am finished.
All of this will probably ultimately culminate in a c-section (due to some issues with the last delivery) which, after 2 vaggies, I am kind of looking forward to. I mean... you get to skip the cat-sized hemies, right? And they give you better drugs, right? Ooooo *claps hands excitedly* I DO hope so. My impending pupation also means that you all will probably get to hear me do every thing from rant uncontrollably to wax maudlinly poetic about the joys *AHEM* of pregnancy until sometime in November so... count yourself warned. :)
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