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I have a story and I hope you'll think it's a good one. A few months ago, right before leaving on our big East coast trip, I went for a run. We were leaving on a plane for Boston the next morning, where we would then drive up to Maine to my college roommate's wedding. During my run I felt awful. I said to the husband after returning home, "What the hell?! I am totally exhausted. I felt like shit on that run, and furthermore, I am running all the time and I am just feeling flabbier and flabbier. I felt better about myself 2 months ago when I was barely running at all!" And then, it was like something clicked in my head. My period had only graced me one time over the last year (breastfeeding is good for something!). That one menstrual cycle suddenly seemed like an awful long time ago and with a tingling sensation I announced to husband that I better pee on a stick ASAP.I happened to have a pregnancy test, but I had thrown out the box for some reason, and it was just one of those symbol kind. So the husband and I are looking at the results, and sure enough, there is decidedly a "plus" sign in the window. There was a lot of "That means pregnant, right? Wait. No. It can't be." We scurried to the internet. Yup. Pregnant. He said, "I don't know, it looks faint." A minute later we looked again. Bold. Not faint at all. It was practically lighting up it was so not faint.

How do I begin the to describe the next few months? I can start with my denial, "I am going to a wedding where I haven't seen people in nearly 12 years and I can't have a drink!?! Or look cute now that I am flabtastic?" I don't know about you, but my body responds to pregnancy by just letting go, it's like, "why bother? We both know where this is going so let's just get going." Then there was the excitement, "Oh my gosh! Another little munchkin!" And then came the fear, "I am NOT going on bedrest! I hate my cervix! How will this work?" And finally, the sickness. Let me tell you, the sickness has trumped everything. I mean throwing up several times a day, barely functioning exhaustion and overall just trying to get by. It seems that the sickness is finally diminishing, and now we are dealing with the reality of our situation (cervix specialist, cerclage, no lifting little Quinn and hopefully no bedrest, but we'll see).

I promise for more of an update on the pregnancy stuff, but I figure I should just get this out. I am sorry not to announce earlier, but the superstition about miscarriage and the unbelievable debilitating illness took over my life. We are thrilled, of course, of course. If all goes well, we're talking about a 20 month spread between siblings. Easy peasy, right??