So, I haven't been lost. I just haven't written in a blog entry in a long time. I don't actually manage to get on the computer much these days. I don't understand how other people do it, including Lo.I was pretty stunned by the news of Lo's pregnancy even though part of me expected it. Her sister and mom are uber-fertile. And she has been (I say this lovingly) carrying on about how she is sure is infertile for months and months, despite no proof of that, and I have been telling her, "Watch, you'll get pg on the first or second try and then I'll have to smack you on the head."So, I was right. I haven't smacked her on the head, but I do admit to being jealous of how easy the conception part was for her. I think I'm entitled to that jealousy, even as I acknowledge that my conception process wasn't as hard as many of my Internet friends'. My mother-outlaw was trying to get me to agree that it's oh so challenging and stressful for those women who get pg on the first try -- Lo's mom, Lo's sister, and now Lo -- cuz they don't expect it to work so quickly and it's such a shock and a stressor and blah blah blah. Nope. Sorry. None of you first-timers get my sympathy. It's harder and more stressful and for some of us, more drug- and side-effects laden and more expensive when it doesn't happen right away, thanks. It just IS.That doesn't mean, of course, that Lo doesn't get my sympathy for her pregnancy symptoms. She has felt queasy and tired. She has been unable to eat normally... you know, mashed potatoes and white pasta kind of foods go down but lots of others don't. She has inexplicably become a most-of-the-time vegetarian as well. She did crave steak one night, but other than that, she's been a veggie mama.As long-time readers know, we saw a swan with two cygnets while Lo was trying and we dubbed this the "swan try." Jo loves birdies and he calls them "bobbies." So, while Jo was "Flipper" in utero, we have decided that instead of a dolphin-themed moniker for this embryo, we should adopt a bird-themed one. Henceforth, this little emby is called "Bobbie," in honor of the bobbies that our toddler adores.Lo is still not convinced she is pregnant. I get this even while I think she is being silly. I remember how I wasn't convinced I was pregnant either. I used to get my beta results and think, "ha, I'm so clever, I switched my blood with a pg woman's blood. I have everyone fooled." I used to imagine when I saw a sonogram that I was watching the DVD of some other pg woman's embryo. That couldn't be inside me. I couldn't be pregnant. But obviously, I was. And Lo is, too. Somehow it is easier for me to believe it for her than it was to believe it for me. I guess that isn't so surprising.So, now when I see a tiny baby on the street, I point it out to Jo ... "Oh, Jo, look at the little baby." I want him to like babies. I know it will be an adjustment for him when he has a sibling, no matter what we do, but I'm sure he'll learn to deal. Lo and I are both the oldest of two children. We survived, despite regressing when our siblings were first born. So will Jo. (He'll survive and will probably regress a little, too.)We're telling almost no one (just the whole freakin' Internet bwah ha ha, and Lo's sister and mom and our very closest friends). We know too many people who have miscarried. We don't want to tell and then have to un-tell. We will likely wait until the 2nd tri to tell most people IRL.Meanwhile, we hope and try to trust that all is going along as it should in there and that Bobbie is growing and such. And we enjoy our time with our toddler Jo, who is talking up a storm these days and is obsessed with "an-mals", especially the red "pan-na" (panda), "di-raff" (giraffe), "el-funt" (elephant) and "yi-on" (lion). I am a little sad that he now says "yi-on" where he used to call them "ra ras" (cuz a lion roars--his first word actually), but I guess the littl'un is growing up.Thanks for reading, those of you who are. Signing off now before the toddler wakes from his nap.
