i have felt so tired and so nauseous and so generally blagh these past few weeks that I am seriously considering taking a pregnancy test. I am 99% positive I am not, but this general malaise is pretty strikingly similar to my first trimesties, so I am just horrifyingly suspicious enough to want to be absolutely certain it's not that.
2011 is the year of the fetus after all, but i do not want to join the other 1,354 of my friends and celebs who are gestating. no thanks, i'll happily have my ladytimes every month and stalk y'alls Facebook belly and newborn pics. And snuggle my slightly older models of progeny.
But sweet sassafras, there is a tiny, "what if?" in the back of my head. NO. i cant even let my mind go there right now. Not. Even. Funny.
Let's just let sleeping babes lie.
Crochet melly headband. Duh.
he sleeps grasping his ikea spatula these days. Little Top Cheflet!