The queasy-mester is still upon us. This baby has to be a girl, I feel so sick. I've read that many women who have had children of both genders swear that the girls made them sicker. And the nausea wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the urge to go to sleep at 8:00 every night. My poor husband is lonely.

I'm getting more confident about this as the days go by. Finding out about this pregnancy was terrifying. I'd heard the joke that goes: if you want to hear God laugh, make plans. I didn't really get that saying before this. I got it, but I didn't really know how scary it must be to think you're going to do something; to have a course set and be really sure, only to have it thwarted. It was going to go like this: get Zac in preschool next year, get a job, get back to school.

Chuckle.

So for a few days after we found out, things were really tense around here. Only twice in my life have I felt really scared and desperate and alone. The first was when Ryan and I broke up; the second was the week or so after I took the test. And it was bad enough we were taking our fear out on each other, but the kids felt it, too. And that's bad. I swore I'd never do that.

I hate the MidWeek

Since Katie turned six, we've kicked her out of our room (finally. Please don't laugh at me.) and in the process, I've been going through her and Zac's old clothes and toys. Seeing all of those tiny things has really helped me get excited about this. In fact, the other night, I had a very vivid dream. The baby was a girl, and I was bathing her. I was even using the orange Tupperware bowl I used to bathe Katie when she was an infant.

Ryan even introduced him/her to the waitress at Catch of the Day today.

So the Great Name Debate is on again. So far, it's Elizabeth if it's a girl; Alexander if it's a boy.

my earworm: Hey Ya. I am so unhip my earworm is, like, a year old.

Well, I've had Seabiscuit sitting on top of my TV for two weeks now, just waiting to be watched. Better go watch it before I change my mind and go to bed.

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