My toenails are pregnant!

Yep, I only had them done a few weeks ago and they look like it's been at least twice that long. I can see all this unpolished nail at the base. By the time I get them done again in a couple of weeks, I'm going to look like I have a bronze french pedicure ... or I'll look like some sort of vicious wild animal that can take your head off with her foot.

On a somewhat less frivolous note, I met with a doula on Wednesday. This is a big step for the little girl who swore she would never acquire a baby the normal way after being regaled with the horrors of childbirth by a second grade teacher who had just come back from maternity leave. That was me by the way ... the little girl, not the second grade teacher.

And the point is - I am am planning to attempt natural childbirth (if one can call it natural to give birth in a birthing center attached to a hospital and be coached by a professional birthing assistant). I think I have the tools to do this and actually want to know what it's like - the whole experience - not just what I can feel from the waist up after being heavily medicated. I bet my mom never expected to hear that from me, especially after I maintained my grudge toward the aforementioned second grade teacher well into my adult life.

I'm very inspired by peoples' positive natural childbirth stories. I've only recently realized that for many its not a nightmare to endure, but a real, positive, and empowering experience that I want to add to my list. I'm setting myself up for success, so lets hope my blog in a few months doesn't read ... "and then I screamed for the epidural." But even if I do, I intend to walk out of that hospital with my prize!

Because you asked ...

...and you know who you are. I don't think I ever intended to blog, but as my life becomes more eventful, I figure it's worth a shot ... if only to document those things in life that matter (to me at least), but I'm too lazy to write in a journal.

The Scoot and I were living the quiet life, just hanging out and floating along before we took the plunge and got pregnant. We haven't hit the rapids yet, but I can hear them in the distance. I hope I can find a high quality life preserver before I get there ... along with a state of the art car seat, stroller, a mountain of diapers, and more toys than the cats could possibly appreciate. Of course I'll be paying actual money for said toys which means the cats won't find them interesting anyway because cats only like free stuff (and furniture you didn't buy for them). Hmmm, maybe if the cats raise the kid, he will also find hours of entertainment hiding under and shredding packing paper and jumping in and out of cardboard boxes.

Yes, it's a boy - or so the 20 week ultrasound implies. Yes, we are thinking of names and no we are not ready to share them yet